"cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky/it's dawn's roadkill" -ani
amid my dreaming last night, in the mass of rumpled covers that i create out of my bed, my mother was an alcoholic. and she had come up the stairs at three in the morning, drunk, someone was there with me (jason, maybe you? can't tell), and said she was quitting tomorrow, but that i couldn't expect her to quit today because she had already been drinking... and i started screaming, saying that it was already a good way into "tomorrow" (being 3am), and so she might as well wait until the day after, or maybe the day after that, or maybe never.
and then i ran over to my bed and sat down on the floor beside it, and she went back down the stairs... and i think i was crying.

odd. very odd.