The Sleep Writer

By: Maggie Anderson

#Fears #Bothered #Dreaming

Lovely afternoon. The firing squad. Bottles lined up in the sun. Dahlias. Men in uniform. Daffodils Children with satchels coming home from school. I am writing in my sleep. The journey here was not very long, only a little cold, the fast horses of exhaustion pulled me. Too many people, I write, are watching what we do. Too much sun on the green glass. The firing squad. The lovely afternoon

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