I Don't Think These Shoes Fit

From a dream.

(Digital)

Here in Minnesota, we are currently experiencing the season in which it is too chilly to run the AC and too warm to run the furnace, meaning there is no industrial-level filter cleaning the air in my house. Therefore, I'm currently playing the “Can Allergies Actually Be This Bad, Or Am I dying?” Game.

The prizes suck and are primarily in the shape of pill bottles of various sizes and dimensions. All eligibility varies by the volume and pitch of my wheezing and perpetual coughing.

This dream started with the ill-fitting shoes and escalated until I was covered in my own blood, stumbling around in a forgotten park. While I had managed to fall— and stay — asleep, the discomfort of breathing had followed me.

I can’t wait until actual winter. I know I’ll be complaining about it in February, but right now it can’t come soon enough.