Went to bed fairly early at 11.30 pm, a combination of 9-pm-prata-dinner sluggishness and an eye irritation.
Woke up in the middle of a bad dream, which is still vivid in my mind. Tomorrow I might forget it. But Right Now its etched in deep. Texted the friend I was with in the dream, to just check if everything’s ok, as part to comfort myself, as part as I believe dreams are intuitive extensions.
Bronco senses my distress and comes for a cuddle. The perfect sleep partner. Warm, loving and sticks right along the contours of your body. I love him in this mood. Pixie doesn’t cuddle. Peps isn’t warm enough. Salt doesn’t sleep with the rest of us.
Bronco, defender of dreams. Back to bed.