Saturday, July 14, 2018 5:25 AM

I fall asleep at my desk while writing. Rather than the usual sounds and images, I dream in this narrative voice. Waking up, I am surprised by how much I remember: "The girl on the unicycle sings her viola as she weaves between graffiti. The cats are Asimov. Two are a duvet. The fourth eats a bus stop that I can't understand. In the passage, a truck is improvising. 'Coffee,' she says, 'makes your shirts too tall.'" I jot this in my notebook, then go to the bathroom and to bed.