In the dream I was having, my head was slowly being crushed by a giant hand, the palm of it over my nose, thumb pressing into my throat. I struggled to breathe and was thinking, What the hell? I was just having a good time!

I startled awake, and found it was still hard to breathe.

Then I pushed the damn cat off my face…

I don’t think he’s intentionally trying to kill me, but the little furball has a very odd compulsion to sleep in places that are detrimental to my continued existence.

And somehow it’s my fault that his nightly nap was interrupted.

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