You move with devastating slowness. How can you not hear it? Instead of stepping off the tracks, you turn to look at me, and I’m screaming and screaming, “There’s a train coming!!”
And I wake up in a cold sweat, my legs cramped and my lungs devoid of air. As the seconds turn to minutes I relax. It’s got to be the taco I ate for dinner. There’s always a trigger*.
The Daily Post prompt today is Slowly. The Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is second. Click the links to check them out and join in.
*Author’s note: “Slowly I turned…” is a reference to a series of old comedy sketches. Worth the Google search if you’re not familiar with them.
8 thoughts on “Slowly you turned…”
You have to be careful of those tacos Linda no telling what they are doing to your mind…..you tale had me drawn in immediately..
Funny you used “Slowly I turned, ” which is part of an Abbott and Costello routine, as I included their “Who’s on first” with my SoCS!
I remember the ‘slowly I turned’ sketch! 🙂
I was waiting for the “step by step, inch by inch” part of it.
Oh, well. Still a good one. I always seem to have weird dreams, so I wonder what my food trigger(s) could be.
I wanted to put the rest of the lines in, but they didn’t make sense. 😛 I did manage to get the word “trigger” in though. 🙂
Not sure which foods affect my dreams either. Might be worth paying attention to, eh? 🙂
I had two burritos for a late dinner once and I woke up in a cold sweat at about 4AM. Somethin’s up with Americanized Mexican food, man.
That’s gotta be it. 😛
Thanks for your comments. 🙂