I'd just woken up from a horror movie dream,
in which I calmly outsmarted the lenient but wicked system.
It's the secondsuch dream I've ever had, and they've both been
in the last month.
My grandma was yelling with gusto into the phone.
The big-screen, big-sound TV added to the din.
Not to mention the tunnel-of-sound hallway that reaches from her t.v.
to every room.
A swinging cord briefly obstructed the reflection on a doorhinge.
My mind swirled with anger at being awoken
and wonderment at the power of my imagination.
