Tucked underneath my skin, as if you've been thr all along.

I spend the first half an hour on my bed doing some v significant naptime dreaming. Thn the daydreaming stops 'cuse I actually fall asleep & do some v real dreaming, but unfortunately I can't control thse & it's not 'bout hoping to catch a fragment of my future ; it's 'bout showing up for a cooking class & having forgotten to wear any clothes & everyone laughing at me as I try to shield myself with a frying pan. Which is really, really small. Ironic.