An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Our memory foam bed has Alzheimer's. It no longer
knows how to find its form again. Either that or there is a ghost
sleeping in our bed right now, because there is an outline of a body still
etched in the foam.
