Monday, May 19, 2008

Death comes 4 times [From a few nights ago]

3 times already my life had been close to over. [But that's fuzzy now]

I was in a large, dark room. I fell on my back and dark green glass shattered over my belly. I had to get it off, or it would kill me, but my cat came towards me to cuddle. It would have meant death for both of us, so I pushed him away. He curled up like a potato bug, but kept trying to come closer. I called for Robin and he came and grabbed away our cat.

[I woke up with a loud whimper.]

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