My eyes are playing tricks on me.
Title: Inside of a Dog
Read: Inside of a Dead Dog
Feeling sleepy. Had a rousing conversation with Stan late last night. Only…he didn’t know it.
Stan: (muttering) I can’t believe Superman’s dog died.
Me: Superman’s dog died?
Stan: Mm, Superman’s dog died.
Shoulda taken the conversation further. I’m not very chatty at 3 a.m. Gonna write down some questions for future sleep-talk sessions.