Daymare, by Andrew Schenck

Scales glimmered as the serpentine bodies writhed above my bedsheets. Intermittent flickers of lightning exposed the creatures, making me want to bolt, but the darkness that followed cemented me into place, leaving me with no clear way out. Just as the slimy beasts slithered near my pillow, I opened my eyes. It is great to be alive!

A short stop at Starbucks and a mocha latte sweetened my morning; then I walked to work.

Jimmy superglued his friend’s hand to the desk, the nurse discovered Chickenpox, and Mr. Flibbergast never even showed up.

I wanna go back to sleep now.


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