Last night, I followed-up, what I wrote in my journal, about where-to-eat-dinner, by eating-dinner at Chillie’s. Is that what I imagine I wrote?
I had the flatbread, a holographic-image of my hunger. And a beer.
Home before ten.
Bed before two. Just after one.
I thought I had cleared, my belching, before sleep.
But there was this one, final, statement on-dinner.
It haunted my morning.
It startled me. I was choking.
I was awake. And, I was aware.
I was choking.
I have been here before. Believe me.
It’s annoying, when it happens, now.
So I recognized the presence-of-mind I was in. Gradually, when these things happen.
Usually, after a food-combination, not conducive-to-sleep.
I am calmer, with each, stupid, incident.
Today, this morning, just before five.
I had the presence of mind to pray, to Meta-Mind.
Up, in bed. Eyes closed.
Strange and true.
My inability-to-inhale contained a calm.
I just had to wait this out.
I just needed to meditate on the experience.
Breathing will resume…. Any minute, now.
Eating breaded-goodness, with beer, before dreams.