Sleep eludes me. No matter when I go to sleep, I wake around 3:00 a.m. then toss and think and write in my head for at least an hour before finally drifting back off.
At home in Mississippi County, the pages of my book flew from my hands and blew across perfect rows of soybeans. Sheets of white paper, my words, scattered in all directions and settled between furrows. The pages were just beyond my reach and impossible to retrieve, because I was flying over the soybean field on a magic carpet.
No one had ever taught me to drive a magic carpet…
The carpet had a mind of its own.
Yes, this was my dream, vivid and crazy.
No, I was not drinking. Not a drop.
When I awoke the next morning, I had a burst blood vessel in my eye.
I think so.