Stupid Gray Sweater

Sometimes I dream about an old gray sweater. It reeks of death and when I wake up from a long night tangled in my sheets unable to get away from this sweater I am angry. I want to never think of it again. It's like a piece of rotted flesh that I wish I could cut out of me. But I cannot. If only it were that easy.

It seems that recently this old gray sweater is hanging out a lot in the depths of my subconscious. Like an old splinter it is rising to the surface. It begs for attention and I hate to give in. I want it gone. Yet I am unsure and scared on how to do so. I am out of my depth here and floundering.

After one of these sweater nights I am haunted for days. I am prone to staring into space or tearing up for no reason. I cannot sleep. I am haunted and hunted by this sweater. I will find myself running errands and then crying. Again I get angry. It is apparent that I need some sort of closure. How to do that is unknown to me, but until I figure it out I know that I will keep dreaming of that sweater. It repulses me with it's tattered sleeves, stretched out neckline and unflattering silhouette. It smells of death. How do I put this sweater to rest?


Anyone with even a clue on closure should feel free to pipe in because telling it to die in my dream, burning it and even attempting to destroy it has never worked.