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This morning as I lay in bed, Sam (lying beside me) suddenly speaks. "Beehler is dead."
("Beehler" is the name of some friends of ours.)
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Beehler's dead." He replied, in complete sincerity and soberness. "His wife poisoned him."
I'm baffled. "WHAT?" I fell asleep super early last night, so maybe he got a call? But why wouldn't he wake me up then... "When did this happen? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Jerry Garcia came and told me all about it."
Saying this aloud stirs Sam into reality.
Then we both crack up.
"Oh, maybe it was a dream." He says, in between chuckles.
I love Saturday mornings.
("Beehler" is the name of some friends of ours.)
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Beehler's dead." He replied, in complete sincerity and soberness. "His wife poisoned him."
I'm baffled. "WHAT?" I fell asleep super early last night, so maybe he got a call? But why wouldn't he wake me up then... "When did this happen? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Jerry Garcia came and told me all about it."
Saying this aloud stirs Sam into reality.
Then we both crack up.
"Oh, maybe it was a dream." He says, in between chuckles.
I love Saturday mornings.
4 comments:
Rock on!
love that guitar pick! something spooky/sweet when one is barely awake/asleep. xox
Jerry Garcia is the bomb... but is Beehler ok or not??? ;)
Good question Shibby. I have not heard from them since.
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