day one.

it started early enough.  in fact, day one was more a continuation of a day zero that never quite ended.  not for me, not for the large sounding dog that barked 5 floors below my window. he hushed only with the roar of an approaching, but as it faded, his courage rose, and he resumed.  in those seconds before he did, i would bait sleep to slip softly behind my eyes, to start to coat their insides with dreams, and as i fell into one, bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark -bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark.  i would wake, and instead of a technicolor landscape, i would imagine what type of person i would declare myself if i walked down the stairs, knelt beside the wagging offender, loosed his collar, said "there you go, fella" and listened to the doppler effect drag his barks into the night.  i know, in part, what kind of person i would be: a rested one.  which i am not.