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Today’s Journal Past Blast entry is a free write from sometime in my college years. I think maybe my first year (1988), but I'm not sure. I don’t know what I had in mind when writing this, and it’s quite funny, and curious, to read it now. The title, I just added.
The Sleeping Man
I thought he was snoring at first. I realized he was laughing. I knew he was laughing at me. I hoped there was no one else on his mind, so he had to be laughing at me.
I heard him again, a low hissing laughter. I didn’t know what to think about it. I wasn’t sure if I should try to convey my bewilderment of his laughter or if I should take it all in stride, if I should kiss him – how did I want to touch him. But I stayed without moving, absorbing his beauty as a man – smell and strength; internalizing his laughter, thinking that maybe I could have expressed myself better. I felt it was all helpless as well as hopeless.
**I was too chicken to post the entry I’d planned. Don’t yet have the guts. Maybe sometime in the future, when I’m so old, it doesn’t matter… :)**