i'm on my feet, shuffling around a restaurant at top speed, bringing wine, appetizers, entrees, desserts -- you name it -- and then i barely wind down, head home and cuddle under my covers for an evening's rest... often times this causes me to toss and turn and dream of my day job... i envision myself running between tables and usually messing everything up in my path... i'm horrible at it in dreamland... i can barely hold the tray, let alone take down the correct order... i'm frazzled, with a hint of self-loathing, at how utterly useless i am in this fictious sleep-induced eatery...
as strange and paranoid as it sounds, i wake up multiple times in the night with an overly anxious state of mind leaving me twisted and confused... for the past few years (up until the beginning of the summer) i wasn't a big dreamer... i'd wake up without a bit of recall on what my mind had wandered into during the night that passed... now i'm haunted by beverages and rich menu selections... and, i woke up feeling full this morning...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
