I liked finding shapes in the clouds when I was a kid. I tended to find soft rounded things like animals. The problem was that if you waited long enough you got to see all the things ripped apart as the clouds continued to change shape.
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I never notice that I dripped milk down my shirt at breakfast until later that night after I get home from a dinner party. Sometime it’s toothpaste. Sometimes it’s blood. So much blood.
Reclining seat. Dark room. Dark glasses. A plot you can’t follow. Uninteresting characters. The ability to sleep through the loudest of sounds…