06.03.04
I was ready for bed, brushed, flossed, lotioned, and pajamaed, when I decided to peruse the newest IKEA catalogue until I was well and truly sleepy.
I leaned back against the pillows on the headboard, one leg crossed over the other, and balanced the catalogue across my knees, avidly taking in all it had to offer.
A bit later, finally worn out enough to turn out the lights, I noticed a colossal bruise across the top of one of my thighs.
I wiped at it a bit, seeing if it hurt, because I didn't remember running into anything.
And it rubbed off.
The ink from the catalogue's cover had transferred onto my lotion-covered leg, like silly putty and newsprint, only less scientific.
What's in your head?