dark powder

I was a wretched mess, needing to be asleep, snoring and gnashing my teeth under this gloppy film clogging my face. It did not matter. You took me with you anyway and I just snored along, with the rest of you around me enduring it somehow. I guess we'd arrived and I finally woke up on the middle seat in the van, looking around for you, wishing I had not had to be such a gloppy wreck and snoring in front of everybody. It seemed the vehicle was empty, that you'd gotten out and left me to keep sleeping. I'd just given up looking to lament this silly state, when you appeared from the back door. I can't say how beautiful you are! I remember it used to make my insides swoon. This time it was more like the electrons orbiting in the atoms of the molecules that make my cells swooning. Honestly, this film that covers my face like a plastic bag in my sleep has got to be a fungus proliferating in the magnificent agar of my saliva, my snot, the goopiness making it impossible not to snore... to gurgle and grunt and honk. You opened a canister of dark powder and were scooping me up a dosage for my wretched problem when my eyes cracked open the first time this morning.