There is one position I am found in most often--laying on my back, on my bed, reading. Inert, yet with a mind moving twice as fast as the body ever could. I had left the _Dog on Wheels_ ep on repeat; the words on the page were glanced under the eyes' sight, then passed over in pursuit of the next line, the next paragraph. Madeline the cat curled herself into the folds of the blanket; she likes to be near me. Listening to the ep I remembered listening to those songs on a train to the sea, to Dover and its cliffs. I had concentrated on the music more intently that morning, to ignore the people in the seats behind me. The book was set down; I had lost myself again, recalling looking out the train windows, at fields and spires, at the blur of the journey itself. Taking a cue from Madeline, I closed my eyes for a minute. An hour later, the music still playing, I woke to the telephone ring and my mother saying "He did!". Yes, I did--I had slept late and was not at the train station to pick up my father. As I tied my shoes and picked myself off the bed and off my back, I noticed Madeline had left my bed. Cats never stay with you when the trouble comes. Living and loving Matthew ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------