May Contain Blueberries

the sometimes journal of Jeremy Beker


I’m walking along a warm comforting street with a charming, intelligent, beautiful woman on my arm. We are laughing, talking, and enjoying each others company as we pitter away a lovely autumn afternoon…

::CHIRP::

The world seems to be fading away?! Where did she go?

::CHIRP::

Crap. I’m in bed and it is dark. But at least it is nice and warm and cozy under the down comforter. mmm. Comfy….

::CHIRP::

It isn’t going to stop, is it? Damn. Now which damn smoke detector is it? Let’s stand here right between the up and down stairs and wait for the next beep. ::brr:: It is cold out here. I think it is waiting extra long now because I am up.

::CHIRP::

Alright, upstairs. Do I have a new battery? Yes, good. There. Now shut up!

Back in bed. It has gotten cold. What time is it? 5:02 am. Crap. So much for getting back to sleep.

Maybe I will see her again tomorrow. ::sigh::