A 1001 Hallucinations

Either I have early senility setting in, or I've reached a level of exhaustion that allows for creepy hallucinatory nightmares. Because as we all know, sleep is what I'm getting plenty of and there's so much to spare that I welcomed the little phantom ants crawling through my bedroom and marching up my bedside table (hallucination #1) and the bun hiding deep under the blankets and suffocating again (hallucination #2). At least this time I freaked my husband out so he could share the magic.