I tried to throw the phone on the bed, but threw the glass instead, sprinkling ***** and fanta fruit twist like holy water, This is where I hurl my head and wake, and wake, and wake. Crust seals the eye like a crypt. Dreamscape duvet: paint your colours, Phantasmagorical shadows sweep the brow, walls blend blurred images, dream friends pass like flocks of birds faceless in flight. I could ask you what it’s like to be a character in my dream, make it all about me or you could tell me I’m a character in yours. Shatter my reality, tell me I’m your worst nightmare.
From corner of eye’s mind the luminescence of lamplight spills. A startled stumbling, a fumbling with covers out of worlds and into new ones.