A Sleeve of Dream

I am indebted to Mona Simpson’s short story “Lawns” for “I had a pork chop for dinner letters” to describe online journal pieces that merely relate the mundane. Here is another arresting image from the same author: 

I was, believe it or not, the librarian type. All I really loved to do was sleep. I couldn’t get enough of it. Nine, ten hours, and I’d wake up on my belly, lift my arm off the pillow and it would drag a sleeve of dream, green, sequiny, dripping.
                                            — Mona Simpson, “Victory Mills” (a short story)