~Late and Lost~

I woke up, disoriented to the max.

Foggy and exhausted, as if I’d been running a marathon. In a slumber state. Turns out, I had been. Running, that is. But the image of blue eyeliner pulsing through my brain?

This is it, I thought.

I’ve lost my marbles. All of them, thanks to this nonsensical cerebral event.

And then I remembered. This middle of the night nonsense isn’t new. Sometimes I can glean a muddled version of an epiphany, but gee whiz; it isn’t easy.

I was mad. Awake...