I was trying to roll over, but he was laying up against me. Looking around I saw things which were mine. I could tell I was at home, but by arrangement, I couldn’t make out where at home. That’s when I heard the door open. Having no idea, or maybe some idea, who could have opened it, we both jerked. He awoke. Then I awoke on the couch. Just a sugary nightmare. One word came to mind immediately and I was far from impervious. I was inclined to write about it right away. I didn’t.
Can you guess what the word was?
The word was “impervious”. Now why the f- did that word strike at me so strongly? Bizarre, to say the least.