Pamela Ribon

Tag: Sleep

  • happy friday.

    happy friday.

    Last night. I was sound asleep. Then I heard screaming. A man, screaming, “I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!” I bolt up in my bed and stare at the window. My heart is racing, but my brain is not quite fully awake, but Wonder Killing: No, you know that…

  • cat nap.

    cat nap.

    It’s not so much that he’s bigger than the chair and needs to ooze over onto other furniture, even though that’s really a big part of it. He’s really more a circus tiger than any kind of housecat. But it’s more about the fact that he’s using the remote control as a pillow. His outstretched…

  • jacked.

    I’m covered in bruises. Not little tiny ones, but the kind where people grab my wrist and go, “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” It started with just a couple, but now there’s a rather large one on the inside of my left elbow that’s getting uglier every day, and one on top of…

  • Clear Eyes

    So, my twitchy eye. It went away, but now it’s back. It’s back and it’s mad. It wants to be heard. It wants to be seen. It used to be other people wouldn’t be able to see it if I forced them to stare at my head, but now you can see it. You can…

  • late night pamie brain

    it’s been like this all week Okay.  Okay.  Okay. This time I’m just gonna fall right to sleep. But I’m not tired. Shutup, you.  You’re going to sleep. Not tired.