Checking in Stories

Friday night, whilst sleep-deprived and perhaps a bit tipsy went to cook from scratch and awoke in the wee hours  Saturday, in my shimmy under a wide open window  on the floor of my office cold, and a little stiff then wandered down to the kitchen  to find I'd conjured a demon:  nuclear, lava lentils  which I et the next noon  with a piece of crisp, toasted pita  going back to sleep  sans coffee but with a chili-medicated...