SadRobot

A short non-lucid that seemed to fade within seconds. I'm uncertain of the number of dreams that came to me last night; only remembering a minor detail from one and letting the rest slip into the back of my mind.

The room was a familiar one. A single light sifting between the dust layered venetian blinds, forming a resplendent pattern around the bicycle. Dust particles were swimming through the sun beams trying to catch hold of the rusted relic that stood complacent betwixt a small brown table and an antique lamp about the size of my own slender frame. Umber is a good word to describe it's color. The rust was peeling off in certain areas, lying on the once polished wooden floor beneath. It was a beautiful sight, no matter how trivial it may seem. I was in haze, slowly sinking into that strange object and not wanting to return. My vision begins to fade, leaving the bicycle alone in that sun drenched hallway.