Thoughts and Pajamas |
I dream. But I don't usually remember them. This blog attempts to document whatever happened the previous night, whether I remembered it or not. |
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in which I clenched my fists
This morning when I woke up, I felt something digging into my palms. I was half-awake, but I was fully aware that it HURT. So I cracked an eye open and took a peek… to see that my palms each had four red crescent-shaped marks on them. The ones on my right hand were redder than those on my left, but they were all there, aligned like four smiley faces greeting my good morning.
Only…these smiley faces had no eyes. Freaky.
I laid there for a minute blinking at my palms. And, slowly, I realized what made those marks.
My fingernails.
My fingernails aren’t very long. Yes, they’re not newly-trimmed, either, but they’re not even this long————>
They’re much shorter.
And yet they left deep marks on my palms. (The marks faded eventually, but they were still visible until lunchtime.) That only means that I was clenching my fists pretty tightly in my sleep.
Like the past weeks, though, I still can’t remember what I was dreaming about. *sigh*
I think I better trim my nails now.
