A REPOSITORY OF REJECTED WRITING

Image: Pinterest I can’t recollect much but I know that my dream contained an electric degree of thundering, ripping my eyelids apart in a shocked awakening. After trying, and pathetically failing to assimilate the lethal components of the nightmare, I feebly dangled my partially numb feet off the creaking steel cot. My body seemed to gradually calm down as the cool tiles of the floor sent soothing signals to my traumatized brain. Half-expecting to encounter armed ninja assas