Occasionally, when we are asleep, we become aware of a form of tension. An inner taunting that occurs when each of us becomes aware of a secret that we unwittingly reveal to ourselves. As peculiar as a dream may be believed to be, its essence is held up to daytime's waking mirror, and flowers magnificently as it broadens the scope of its own deception
"Once when I was asleep, I saw a man walking in the forest. I was tired of being alone, so I ran up behind him. I called out but he wouldn't answer. When I caught up with him, he turned around and pulled me to the ground, and I could feel his warm kiss on my cheek."
"Were you afraid?"
"It was a headless mannequin. Sarcasm in its worst sincere form is always frightening."
"When you woke up, I knew that you had been away."
"I never remembered it until now. Something in this room reminded me. Something I heard a long time ago."
"Something that connects your blood together?"
"And keeps me warm."
They know that it would be unwise for anyone to feel as they do because the lack of sincerity would be so unceremonious
"The next night he called me on the telephone. I hung up on him, and had my number changed, but he found out what it was, and called me again. And told me that:"
"Claustrophobia in its most sincere form is always frightening."
Some-thing in this room reminded me. Something I heard a long time ago
"I called out but she wouldn't answer. Something in this room reminded me."
"Something I heard a long time ago."
As peculiar as a dream may be believed to be, its essence is held up to daytime's waking mirror
"And he leaned into me, and kissed the inside of my head."
"Something that connects your blood together?"
"And keeps me warm."
Something I heard a long time ago
"Flowers."
"And keeps me warm."