There was a mosquito buzzing around me last night. When its high whine first woke me, the logic of the dream that I was escaping made me certain that I could get rid of it by downloading some new fonts onto my computer. The mosquito kept me up for a few hours. The buzzing would get louder and higher as the mosquito wandered close to my ear. I had to draw my arm out from under the covers before I could take a blind swipe at it. By the time I’d get my arm free, the buzzing would be more distant and I wouldn’t know where to aim my slap. The refrigerator started humming across the apartment and I listened for the mosquito sound through the refrigerator sound. I was scratching at ghost bites before getting in the shower this morning.
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