Two Memories
A sketchy rememberence of two dreams in one night.
1. I have a keyboard, and it's a really nice keyboard. It's sort of brown and rounded, and smells like an old radio. The keys are brown plastic, and the letters aren't inked. I'm fiddling with it, using a screwdriver to take the back off. The cord is covered in faded rose-colored fabric.
2. I'm using a trackball at the doctor's office. I need to select my complaint and my provider and other things on the computer at the desk, but all I can think about is how this is the exact same trackball I have at home, and how I bet if nobody watches I can take the BBs out to replace the missing one in my trackball at home.
2. I'm using a trackball at the doctor's office. I need to select my complaint and my provider and other things on the computer at the desk, but all I can think about is how this is the exact same trackball I have at home, and how I bet if nobody watches I can take the BBs out to replace the missing one in my trackball at home.