Unbidden Memory

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141 / odd the unbidden memory: of waking in the middle of the night, with only myself in bed— and finding fresh fallen snow
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An intense autobiographical moment at three in the morning. A time when one is suddenly aware of self. The hour burning blue throughout the small room. I woke shivering, discovering most of the sheets were cast off on the floor, leaving me alone on the cot— so of course with this type of association, the subconscious pulls out ideas from the immediate past— partly in the waking, partly fragmented in dream-memory.

The other members of the house slept curled about themselves, oblivious.