Dreams escaping through windows in the light of day, though we chase their tails into the sky. They evade our touch as they dissipate amongst the clouds out of reach. If we are lucky perhaps the rains will fall, weighting those dreams back down to earth for us to hold in our hands. But if the rain fails and the clouds perish, leaving only a blue empyrean above, those dreams will still reunite. We will find them between the stars the next night as we wander in the spaces hidden in the farthest corners of our mind.
You were in my dream last night. I awoke with a smile on my face, so there was no doubt it was you.
I can’t recall the last time I saw you, face to face. I’ve tried and I’ve tried but it’s beyond my reach. So it must have been a long time ago. I can’t even remember the last time I thought of you, the last time I remembered a memory of you. I had almost forgotten you and what you meant to me. But as morning turns to day turns to night, I desperately grasp at that dream.
The thudding noise of Clarice’s dreams had entered the real world. It was no longer a sign that he was coming, but a sign that he was already here. His dark shadow now loomed in the corner of the room, growing with each snatched glance she dare take it eclipsed the real world. His shape became indefinable as it swallowed her safe place, forever tainting it with his suffocating presence. Clarice remained frozen as he loomed over her, feeling a chill like an icy burn as he weighted her down. He was here and he wasn’t leaving without her.