Woke up this morning to find my left hand covered in bitemarks. Mysterious. I don´t remember dreaming of being a tiger let lose in a butcher shop. Actually, I don´t remember sleeping at all, just lying there waiting for the panic to subside and suddenly wondering what that sticky stuff on my chin was. By the way, I managed to get the front of my pjs and a good deal of the sleeve full of bloodstains that will probably never come out again, but not a single drop on the sheets. What a good girl I am. At least while I´m sleeping.