vr_trakowski | (no subject)

Last night I fell asleep on my couch before supper, dreaming odd and vivid dreams, skimming just under the edge of sleep. I finally forced myself awake so I could go outside and feed my ferals, and as I opened my apartment door--still half-asleep, it felt like--the young man in the stairwell made me an offer (at least, I think that was what it was) concerning the object he was holding.

Which happened to be a duck. A white, damp, still quite alive farm duck, resignedly held against his chest.

Suffice it to say, I wasn't quite sure I was really awake at that point.