It is an odd thing, the human brain. The moments between waking and sleeping remain completely delicious as a result. Swirling and strangely comforting magenta dreams starring unlikely combinations of people and situations. Kisses caught by night from thy lips red blossom. Then, before the reality of morning crystallizes, there are moments of sweet pulsing langour, when part of your brain says 'No, NOT appropriate' but the limbic part pushes it away lazily
During the day, you wonder if people can detect the secret behind your smile. You notice men following your movements as though you have been marked by some invisible brand. You feel the langour creep up again as the sun soaks into your skin, and as you watch it dance over the river currents.
You find yourself wishing for sleep, and a mind that can be ordered to repeat pleasant dreams. You know it won't. You know you shouldn't wish it, but you do. And the wishing shimmers in your wake, marking you, changing you.
An odd thing, the human brain.
Inappropriate dreams are the best kind of dreams.
ReplyDeleteToday, I couldn't agree more.
ReplyDeleteOooh, what was the dream?
ReplyDeleteAhhhh! That would be telling! Suffice to say, My brain is reeling, my body is screaming and my heart is confused.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. That sounds very odd indeed. Remember, just a dream and dreams don't mean what they show you in pictures. Tricksy things are dreams.
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