archives for Saturday 21 March 2009
spinnerface: part I
Saturday 21 March 2009 | I like a cookie
Circa 3 am. I wake slick with sweat from a ghost-nightmare but for a long time am too scared to move, let alone open my eyes. After about half an hour I peek around. There aren’t any angry ghosts, just a fluffy warm black cat and the Brujo, who’s making all kinds of burbly sleepy [...]
