I am lying in bed after a long road trip during which I was selling things. I don't don't know what. I am in a four-poster bed but without a canopy. Juliet is on the left. my brother on the right, and I am between and facing them at the bottom of the bed. We are on top of the covers which are in a miss-mash between us. We are playing a game in which one is supposed to toss an uncooked and hard pea and the others each try to catch it before the other. It's fun and although I become very competitive (which is my character) we play this game for some time. After a while I realize that it is just a game and I need not be so serious about it. It suddenly strikes me that both have missed me terribly during my road trip. The game is meant as a welcome gesture. I become less competitive. They love me with all their hearts. I think briefly of the road but push this thought out of my mind. The pea is suddenly soft and threatens to break apart. I am now playing the ...
Dreams, Experiences, Poetry, etc., by Austin Shelton. This is my diary and gets a little rough at times. It has a lot of private musings but because these reflect my mind and experiences they are included nevertheless.