was on a ship. in my cabin reading, the bed clothes all freshly laundered. clean, crisp, fresh sheet under me, but then i notice there’s little things prickling my skin underneath.

like crumbs. i can feel them, brush them off…but where are they are coming from ? i hadn’t been eating crisps or biscuits. every time i lie down to read my book i have to move and move again. i keep brushing butt he keep coming back. even after the sheets are changed by room service i can still feel them. they’re yellow.

Maybe they’re slivers of washing powder, something in the system. i keep reading my book, The Slave by Singer. Oh but then i see it, then it dawns on me. the book’s telling me that it wants me to finish it.

See, the cover had come off the book…and the glue on the spine, dried up yellow flaky stuff, was unbeknownst to me falling like dandruff.