Creative Exercise No. 20 Dream Diary Post 7 and what I look like in themorning today

A semi-lucid dream, a group of children taught philosophy basics in the ledgers of Berenstein books in music class

 I'm still waiting to finish my film 

In the morning my hair hangs down like a worn rag, my eyes tiny slivers of olive pits swallowed and overwhelmed by the shallow slopes of chubby cheeks my mouth is thick amd grumpy