This is a dream recounted

This story offers garments as the interpretive fabric to sculpt the sensory and ephemeral experience of dreaming. 

This dream brings in the light from the windows and the curves of the drapes. 

This dream drifts away for eleven seconds into a decade of loss and pleasure. It is intimate maternal love. A dream where I was a sound. I floated into my ear and saw my insides. I was tempted to stay. 

We imitate a who in the waking world, differentiated enough from the vessel of whats – infinite lives of consciousnesses, and fleeting recollections of faceless antagonists from the other night’s dream.