parables for paranoids II - the bedtime trap. last night i was struck in bed for no good reason other than i could hear mansfield park on tape through the wall (my brother is back) and i was thinking of a demon moth. i tried to breath regularly and without inhibition, but this didn't seem to help. like a hangover which you think you might be rid of getting you as you turn the corner. i listen to a CD but this was no help at all. i get up and walked around the bathroom in the dark. finally i accept my fate and wait for the dawn. i woke this morning and cursed aloud. it lingers.