I think this one is done. It is a recycled pillow sham my friend Missy gave me. Inspired by my rampant cogitations prior to falling asleep (and after I wake at 4 am waiting for the next episode) it may or may not reveal some inner demons and flights of fancy, brain overload, nerves at the surface of consciousness, itchy wanderings through unknown territories, the ticking of clocks and swinging of pendulums. Maybe my mind has noticed that time is short and I can't waste a minute.
Insomnia.
Insomnia, ©2013, Paula Kovarik