Sunflower, After Dinner

It’s been a long day, after a night of very shallow sleep. I dreamt I was thrust on stage for a performance of one of Shakespeare’s king plays, maybe Lear since we just saw it. I was not an actor, but a stagehand of some sort, and I knew no lines or action, but that mattered not, someone was needed.  I had to ad-lib in iambic pentameter. It’s all about inflection anyway, right? No one seemed to mind, but it was exhausting.I only wish I’d been able to write down some of my lines. I was quite good.