A dream of things broken.

The other week I dreamnt -

I'm lying in bed, and can picture the bedbug cuffs around each bedleg perfectly, as if I'm seeing myself from outside of myself.

There's rusty water in some and Dawn dishsoap in others, but most are all racked up and half breaking, from me moving around in my bed as I sleep and from that the bedleg wheels ramming up against the cuff edges.

. . .

(I do have such cuffs around the legs, and they're full of Dawn dishsoap, but they're not broken.)