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June 26, 2013
Oh God. The chicken was inside the blanket and was starting to peck at my lower body (near that area). I couldn't move because you were leaning (sort of lying down) on me.

You were so heavy.

I was completely paralyzed.

The chicken was starting to invade. And I was struggling. So hard. To move. But. I couldn't. You were simply. Too heavy.

Then I woke up. The insects were chorusing. Some birds were chirping. A truly welcome, familiar sound. I look, and there you are, your fur all gray and shiny as you lie down near me.