cheshire chipmunks

I began my six-week school internship last Monday at a commuter daily. I like it. I'm doing copy editing and layout on the afternoon shift. Last night though, after my busiest evening so far, I had strange dreams.

In that fog of dreaming and being conscious of it, my mind jumped from one implausible scenario to another. One moment I was on an overpass and watched, knowingly, as a semi-truck ripped its top off inches from where I stood. But there was no danger; I laughed, and said to whomever I was with, I had a dream that was going to happen.

Next, I was in a jewellery shop and had received a red coupon. As a gift, I could have my pick of any of the wild animals running around on the floor. Not terribly wild, as in ferocious, but wild as in squirrels and rabbits and chipmunks. The tiny chipmunk was the craziest, darting and causing mischief, and for some reason I picked it. I knew it would escape. I wondered about setting it loose hundreds of miles from its home in a northern environment.

"We have to throw a towel on it to catch it," said the jewellery store proprietor. Which she did. The chipmunk was placed in some kind of bowl, and as I pondered what to do with it, I turned around and the chipmunk had made its escape.

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