From the Valley She Shines

Her heart fluttering and mind whirling, she clutches the pillow next to her, her only grasp on reality in the fuzzy moment when one realizes that she's not asleep but still caught in the symbols and mysticism of the lingering dream. And slowly the cues of reality sink in: I'm in bed. I'm in bed and it was only a dream. I am waking up. But when do I awaken? That last line is shrugged off with a shake of the head, as if to remove the remaints of a thought, discarded among the twisted sheets. And slowly the muscles move, wiping away tears, wrestling with uncooperative blankets and a strange feeling that the dream meant something.

Alas, in the waking moments the dream slips away, hiding in the vast spaces between neurons, forgotton until another day, another dream, and the waking days take over the subconcious.