90 percent lost in a dream, he'd of late fancied he could hear a pounding. nails
only nails - laughably bending. contorting rather than going into his oaken beams
last awake not since the 40's, he hoped it would soon subside..
but no matter. and no need to fully wake again.
the day may come when i fall over, he smiled to himself.
but until then let them drive their little nails in vain.
its not this year, after all.
