Sweven

Twenty Third

Dream Webs

Wake.

World is dark drenched. Not a spark of light to guide. Leaden limbs slog. Twitch. Struggle. Surrender. A familiarity flutters, a swell of ethereal moths. Is this a dream? Or the dream before a dream? Slip sideways through webs of space...

"Dreaming... "

Allow the slip. Embrace the fall. Darkness parts. Land, lucid, in the lightless hall of my dream spun home.

"Dreaming," I announce to all. Wave a hand gently through the webs of the wall. Push through. Through. Through. Fall.

Wake.