The windows open just a tiny crack, the winds blowing in as the weather turns colder and a blanket pulled up to my neck and wrapped around my feet. I love everything about curling up on a Sunday afternoon and just shutting my eyes for a little while. I missed it when I lived in Florida. Something really does change the way you feel about the seasons while living in a subtropic area. Sure the first Christmas the temperature was 35 degrees [1 Celsius for other!], but most of the time it jsut didn’t get that kind of sleepy setting. And living in Maryland we go from winter to summer over the course of a weekend. One day 50 the next 90!
For the last year or so I have had sleepless nights absent of any dreams. Some of it the medication I take for the depression and some of it my brain just doesn’t want to think the way it does during our waking hours. Most, if not all, of the dreams I had have been shattered in spectacular fashion in the year 2014 and 2015 has just added increasing medical issues. I guess the best way of looking at it is my sub-conscience needs a rest and even those micro-seconds that a dream flashes through my synapses is too much to handle.
I would call what I have fantasies not really dreams, they have no way of coming true, so it is just my mind playing the possibilities. Under that same blanket would be a small girl curled up with me watching cartoons. Both of us randomly closing our eyes as we drift off sleep. Her wondering if there really could be a mouse trying to take over the world [Pinky and the Brain!], me dreaming about a long future of us continuing to do this very thing. Graduating to a time when she brings me a warm cup to drink rather than the other way around.
A dream of man and womanDiviner but still human,Solving the riddle old,Shaping the Age of Gold!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”