Dream wiggles through the window, ducks the curtain, laughs at the 'catcher' and alternately giggles and moans around the corners of the room, waiting for rem. I see with my eyes closed. Ancient pathways and new horizons form a circle. Offer me a black cat under a wooden ladder near a broken mirror, I'll McGyver an answer you can't follow into morning.
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2 comments:
So descriptive of dreaming: "I see with my eyes closed." Sometimes, I CAN follow the answer into morning - or a partial one, anyway.
Lovely Granny!I love the McGyver reference...I'm following you now...
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