Four Nights Ago

It was all one big blur. A hazy vortex of blurry images and cloudy moments, as if one was looking through a sandstorm. A few minutes or a few hours, who knows? It's hard to tell the time in the dream world.

What happened was lost to the drifting sands of dream as consciousness reigned once again, sweeping the lingering images into some deep dark corner in my head. I could remember nothing save for her, but that was enough. I think I smiled when I greeted the morning light.

Two hours and 1200 km were bridged in an instance. And so was a bucket full of longing sated, but only for the moment and barely just. Here's hoping that I'd dream of the sweetest thing again tonight. Maybe I should make a phone call just before I lose myself to Hypnos' arms, it seemed to work the last time around.

Sweet dreams.