I think I remember how this dream goes...
There is no drama in my life. There are no fights. Just the clinking chains of the ceiling fan bouncing off of eachother as I dream up nothing and stare at the walls. I can feel the stillness in the air. It's like a dream waiting to happen, being conjured up as my mind wanders through all those yesterdays that I can barely begin to remember. All those dark faces look like ghosts and I am sitting and staring at nothing alone while the darkness sets in.