Not For the Weak of Stomach

Somewhere in that distant state between wakefulness and REM deep sleep, I heard the familiar sound of rhythmic retching--- my semi-conscious brain registered disgust and aversion, while reminding itself not to forget to remember----remember to scan the rug carefully before stepping too hastily into the product of those involuntary spasmodic expulsions—Somewhere between semiconsciousness and wakefulness, I forgot to remember---- squishy, gooey, gross between the toe beginnings of another day!!!!