There is a moment, between sleep and awakening, where dreams are real and life a dream. A moment where the wild fancies of dreamland feel so tangible, so vibrant, that you question the world you know as reality. Some days, the dreams are dark, the monsters under the bed creeping from dark shadows, and you run to the light of morning, relieved to find it all a dream. Other days, you bask in the dream-state, in a place of magic and whimsy, and upon waking, fight the bitter bite of tears for the lost possibilities. Until the dreams come again.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020