Yuri led an ordered life. He woke up at 7 am, and his breakfast always included half a grapefruit eaten with a serrated spoon. It took him 12½ minutes to bike to his job as a network security consultant and 13½ minutes to bike back (he lived uphill). The hour before bedtime was spent reading on the couch in his living room. At 11 pm he went to bed, and, because he slept soundly and didn’t dream, the time until 7 am the following morning didn’t exist for him.
Then Yuri got a cat…
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I had to close the door today to keep a rat from coming in. It looked very ragged and tired and cold. I threw a pair of shoes out the window too, because they were covered with slime. My neighbor next door collects body parts, mostly internal organs. He sometimes tosses them on the floor of my room when he gets the chance. They are often covered with slime. He threw a brain on my shoes in a slimy paper bag. I did my best to stop him, but he threw it anyway, laughing, obviously in disbelief that it bothered me so much. Continue reading Dream Sequence