HE TRIED TO OPEN HIS EYES

He tried to open his eyes

but his lids were

like

iron

front doors

on a medieval

castle in the middle

of a siege; and his willpower

was like a dandelion’s pinky

lash. He was sleeping and

he knew it,

while

a manimal

crouched on the

end of his

bed,

cackling

at the predicament

of

self.