ripper calls...

invisible thunderstorms, rainclouds of despair and a cross border office day later, i lie on my bed, spent, panting, writhing in my boxers. room lights seem dim, its all a devious scheme or maybe just another dream. i was positively almost certainly sure that i caught a glimpse of the grim ripper pointing at me. the dark sky slit open the clouds to show a curly moon bit..... never has anyone ever seen a more menacing grin!