ouch!
It’s cold. While shivering and looking for a quick dose of warmth I push my hands deep into my jacket pockets. In one pocket I felt a warm fluffy object. Like a soft furry stick. It did the job but I didn’t know what it was. I pulled it out of my pocket to take a look. It was Matrix’s right front leg, apparantly recently severed from her body. Still warm and wet with blood.
I woke-up very suddenly. I suspect that was a real nightmare that wasn’t cheese induced. Despite distinctly recalling going to bed last night I was definitely not in bed when I woke on the floor about 20 feet from the bed. At least matrix is okay but I’ve gained a nasty bruise on the back of my head and an ache to match.
Ouch.
