phantom limbering about

i realized, soon after i fell asleep for the third time listening to music, that i reached out to grab a cup of coffee with fingers that weren't there and exclaimed in pain when the cup was yanked away. (vilayanur drums his real fingertips on the tabletop in boredom, "thanks for mentioning, can we move on?") there is no object there, and i am reaching out with something that i thought had fingerprints.

thank you for knowing already. can we move on?

-d