Horrific re-imaginings that blindside.

I awoke this morning with a scream. This is not usual protocol.
Horrific re-imaginings of my evening out with the new team I have joined at work.
The vague idea that I spoke to my boss about Judaism and journalism.
Thoughts of challenging someone to a charity wrestling match.
Writing things I will never understand again, things I wasn’t even too sure of at the time. These are the things that blindside me at six am on a Thursday.
There isn’t enough black coffee for the aching BPM in my temples. I’m going to have to deal with this all day.
I awoke this morning with a scream.