THE NIGHT I BECAME A RABBIT

or Fantasy Therapy

Another sleepless night. Who ISN’T having sleepless nights these days?

My eyes popped open at 3:17a.m. I looked at the clock and said, “No.” Tried to go back to sleep. Tried some more. At 4, I decided to go downstairs and to be stout of heart. Pretend you’re getting up early because you’re going……because you’re doing something really…. This worked about as well as you might suspect. Which is to say that the only thing I ended up doing was squinting in the harsh kitchen light and getting coffee ready for later that morning. Then I went to lay on the sofa under a very soft blanket and that is when I became a rabbit.