Monday, December 12, 2011

My past self sprawled on the couch in front of the TV set, trying to warn my future self. But future self would hear none of it, being as thoughtless and aloof as she usually is, busy about her mindless activities. And present self brushed her teeth dutifully, looking in the mirror. And she envied future self, tucked neatly in to bed. But laughed in the face of future-future self who was shaking off sleep like a barking dog about her ankles, preparing for another long day. And the parting between future self and future-future self struck present self as strangely sentimental, as waking from sleep often is. And there she remembered past self and the waking she had gone through just this morning, the trudging from present self to future self. And past self waving her white kerchief goodbye on the distant shore. And the whole horde of past self's lazing about on their various couches, slowly standing and forming themselves in a misshapen row.

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