Thursday, November 11, 2004

Hypnagogia

It suddenly occurred to me that I haven’t had lunch yet.

“I usually don’t eat when I have migraine, you know.” said I.

Pause.

“Oh. I didn’t know.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.”

Pause.

“Oh. Ok.”

I clutched my arms tighter around my midriff, glad to have enlightened someone.

Pause.

“Who are you talking to?”

My eyes snapped opened.

Was that me talking to… me? Again?

I turned my head towards the clock. 2.48pm. Felt my head gingerly. Well, slight ache. The worst was over.