Archive for August 1st, 2009

“I can’t get out!” I awoke to his words.
“I can’t get out.” The words were crystal clear and had a sense of urgency now.
Patting his shoulder, I asked where he was.
“In the dog hous- – - – - – ” his word trailing off.
Assured him he wasn’t in the dog house but the maestro of Snoreharmonic had raised his baton.