Making Patterns at 2 a.m.

I wake up soaked in sweat. It’s 2 a.m. I hear some noise from the kitchen—where the bogeyman in my dream lives. Tea… I want cold tea! I crawl out of bed dazedly. The ground beneath my feet isn’t as hard as it should be.  I look around. My room isn’t painted in black as it is in my dream. I hear a loud bang. It’s from the kitchen. This has got to stop. No bogeyman should scare me like that. I take my first step as I stand. The second, third and fourth steps take me to the living room. It’s dark. Very dark. I try to put on the light. The switch isn’t where it’s supposed to be. I walk on slowly and suddenly find myself in the kitchen. The fridge is open. Its power light brightens the kitchen a bit. I find the switch ahead of me and press it on. Nothing seems amiss except for a trail of bean grains on the floor. I’m suddenly hungry for food. I take out a pack of spaghetti, red pepper, tomatoes and onions. I sit on the floor and begin to make PATTERNS.

Swirl 2Swirl 2b

Swirl 3

Swirl 3b

swirl 5b

swirl 6b