The Dangers of DreamingMy feet shamble forward, the jeans making it harder as they slide down my legs and eventually tangle around the ankles. Violently kicking them off, they hit the wall, slide, and crumple on the floor with the jingle of coins and keys.Now completely bare, that last effort of movement and the exhaustion of the day weighs heavily on me until it pushes me down onto the bed. The pressure doesn't leave but brings an added comfort against the soft mattress under me with thoughts of sleep drawing closer.As I drift off I make out the slight feminine figure of a shadow against an unknown source of blue light portraying on the surface of the wall from the foot of my bed: slender neck, curvature of the chest, and the the slight roundness of a pot belly. My mind carries no heed to malicious inquiries or thoughts of foreboding while watching, but a sense of panic quickly rises as the ethereal shape of the shadow starts to slowly turn its head. Thoughts stop; seconds become hours; fear holds the bod
Autumn AdagiosLeaves carried by the wind swirl around me; crisp oranges, browns, and yellows dancing in the autumn wind. With the drop in temperature my hair pricks up, and along with it a wave nostalgia as my thoughts relapse to seasons past. I'm eleven again, resting on the side of a small bridge with my feet hanging over the edge. Despite the two layers of clothing, I'm still cold and shivering. Fall leaves litter the landscape; the large oaks looming above responsible. Sitting there watching the leaves float downstream under me, my ears perk to the sound of a feminine voice singing. The soft, melancholy music swells in me, and I instantly forget the chill of the air and become entranced. I look up from the ground and to the world around me, and as if a colour lens was put over my vision, the orange hues of the season seem to deepen with a brilliance I haven't seen before.