Feeling contemplative on the drive home I allowed my mind to explore just how it feels as life once again invades your private space you create as you sleep…
The Rush — Aug 26, 2005
Ah yes, you can feel some fingers... and yes, there are someones' toes. Excellent. You become aware of the sound of someone breathing slowly and evenly. It seems to be you. You can hear a gentle steady heartbeat; it seems to be inside your chest. Slowly it picks up, a little faster, a little faster still; the breathing sound begins to change. You hear a plaintive moan, an expression of tranquility lost. It came from somewhere near your ears; perhaps even from you. The sheet slides gently over your skin as your chest rises with your long even breaths. Then, suddenly, light stabs at your eyes; another moan of sorrow, this time stronger and more clearly your own. The light fades and takes shape into the rectangular form of a window suffused with the glow of a summer's dawn; and with that realisation, and a few languid blinks of your eyes, the last sweet slivers of sleep abandon your mind.
Darn…
I'm sure that was a good dream too.