Thank you to Lillian at dVerse for providing this prompt of writing about dream or dreams.
Alone, I sit second hand edging toward midnight last flights landing, taking off at National. This morning’s dreams reveal a strange man massaging the pain in the heel of my hand my soul dog smiling through the past days of heaven Me following you around corners up streets, all roads of childhood never finding you while thinking I’m all alone seconds before the sun blinks through gauzy shears. Sleep’s a comfort these days. No nightmares, the days are filled with those. In the morning I sip tea watch a silly brave squirrel repel a bird hawk. I think we should all be so brave facing down the intruders in our landscape who wish to devour our world. Moments from now I’ll invite dreams, linger in the spell of moments past, moments to be. This is the only time I commune with everything I’ve ever loved. Sascha Darlington