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Escapism

Sometimes when I fall asleep I see pictures moving across the back of my eyelids, strange pastel cartoons, usually, where a round-headed caricature of me is trying to escape from a cloud labelled “Future” or “Responsibility.”

My wife says that sometimes she can see the projector’s flickers behind my eyes.

Sneak Attack

“Hey!” someone shouted from behind her.

Mary turned to look. An elderly gentleman was rubbing his throat confusedly.

“Ow!” cried someone else, rubbing the back of their head.

A hand suddenly covered her eyes; a pen was at her throat. “Gotcha, honey.”

Having a commando for a husband was… exciting?