Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are lit green but the light isn’t too bright for them; my skin is gradually tanning I see; the rich coffee scent returns and lingers, and a bird joining the morning chorus sounds like a cat, the wind stirring the trees like the shake of dry rice or the sudden drizzle of rain.


You may wish to create your own dream looking into a photo.

A dream can be slipped into any time of day or night; sometimes it may lead to a story.

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