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Border of the Day #1686

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Border of the Day #1686

This is, perhaps, a frustrated view from the edge of sleep – one eye unfocused and one buried un the pillow, head heavy, held back from rest by headache or fretful thoughts.

I slept a bit fitfully last night, and woke woozy and uncomfortable, but the morning was rich with dreams: Anton’s coming wedding, a vespine pin made from spun sugar, a sword inhabited by the spirit of a stubborn geisha, sandy cliffs that collapsed despite my attempts to hold them up…

I had an image of holding a kitten as the sands fell on us, and bending over to form an arched roof that protected it from harm. Too young to understand, it meandered about beneath me, wide-eyed, oblivious, and I wondered how I might stand up out of the sand without hurting the tiny thing. I don’t remember if this was a dream or a post-dream musing, but the scene is strong enough to be either.

Hopefully sleep will be a bit easier tonight, but dreams do make a worthy consolation prize if I don’t wake up refreshed.

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Written by Umbrella Man

May 5, 2013 at 1:57 am

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