Semi-Daily Scribbles

Larry was hunkered in the garden with sky-high dahlias keeping the world at bay. Larry was having a bad day. He tried to explain to the therapist how his life had become a predictable sitcom, but a sympathetic ear and a dash of reassurance was not what Larry wanted. What he wanted was for Dr. Grant, or anybody, to just come out and say:

"Hey, Larry! You've hit the nail on the head. The dream realm, where you are in control of time, is reality. No, really. I couldn't make this stuff up. Now, enough with the worrying already. Go back to sleep!"

Much to Larry's dismay, he could find no brave soul to expose the truth, save but one. He wasn't ready to leave the safety of the dahlia canopy, but as soon as he was revitalized, Larry was going to take his message to the people. He'd live on the cold, mean streets if that's what was necessary to put his overwrought comedy to bed.