Night stories clogged my sleep, boiling the issues of the day into asure - Turkish pudding made with kitchen salvage - wheat, rice, beans, dried fruits, nuts, chickpeas. The sticky mix obscured time; clung to and stuck fast my eyelids; denied awakening. The sweetness of the mixture though cloying, heavy in my head, must have been tasty to my furry girl, as she licked my lids open, kissing me into daytime and the liberation of reality.
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