Lost Random Chatter

red wine swirling in a thin stemmed tulip ... warming my throat...unsettling my taste-buds...

aching muscles, bordering on a cramp ... stretching imperceptibly as the dense actin-myosin network heaves in a restless ocean....

...tendrils of sleep curl around my eyelashes, gentle but insistent...

.....click click click...pincers of death wave about in the dark, an unseen threat, just within the edge of hearing...