Chafe

There are times in life where it is necessary to sleep fully clothed. Last night was one of those times.

Ask me why.

I was cold, mostly. And because I didn't feel like taking them off. I just lifted the blankets and put my body between them. Nothing else. Cotton on cotton. Like cheese on cheese crackers, which are so much better than cheese on peanut butter.

I was at my friend Jeff's house, which is haunted. I needed the security of a good chafe. Sleeping in corduroy pants will do that to you. Vertical ribs.

At the dawn of a new day you are prepared to freely rise and shine without the worry of dressing the bod. It gives a sense of attachment to your clothes- a sweaty bond that freshly laundered threads could not give.

I wore a hoodie sweatshirt. I had this terrible dream that I was in the deep south being hung.

I think tonight I'm going naked. Like a stallion.


I'm home for the summer now. Which means posts will be much more frequent.

Stay tuned.