A scrap of a dream
This morning, just before I woke, I dreamt I was trying on clothes in some kind of store. I was talking with the salesman, who was fussing over me a bit and not really listening. He put something over my head that reminds me of the kind of clothes the Three Musketeers wear, but a bit looser, and definitely meant for a man.
I said something that started with a 'p' - I think I said I was a pilgrim, or that I was passing through.
"I'm just looking for some shelter," I said, and the words caught in my throat at the end. I don't remember if there was a storm outside but I know those words became a plea, and that they went far beyond the scene. I woke up sobbing.
I said something that started with a 'p' - I think I said I was a pilgrim, or that I was passing through.
"I'm just looking for some shelter," I said, and the words caught in my throat at the end. I don't remember if there was a storm outside but I know those words became a plea, and that they went far beyond the scene. I woke up sobbing.