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…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within
Tag: fiction
This Dream I Dream Instead
I woke now from a bad half-remembered dream but I don’t need to write it at all. The dream I’d like to be in now would be indoors. Maybe it begins with a folded paper in my hand in the shape of a piano— ‘There, you can have it.’ It is still a little warm…… Continue reading This Dream I Dream Instead
