A Mirror Floating in Water

Took a nap and woke up forty-five minutes later, honestly expecting it to be midnight. I'm feeling a tad better, but still. . . . .. .

I had a dream which seemed to unfold unto itself like silk emmersed in water. Though this quietude was not a pleasant one, for I was bombarded with images of memories of things past, things which I long for but can never get. Among that where other unreachable things, dangling in front of me like a cat being teased with catknip.

But this teasing was escasy in comparison to the waking world which isolated me from these things I long for, while in dreams, no matter how fantastical or self-constructed, I can always return to them.