dream-hour.
That second, the one right before you wake up, the one where dreams seam all the more vivid and real because they start blending in with our reality.
Do you know which one I mean?
That second where all your make believe feels like a memory that can be looked up in your diary or in your planner.
That second that is so precious, because as soon as you wake it starts rapidly slipping away, like fine sand through your fingers.
That second I feel more alive than all the other hours and minutes and spare seconds in the day. In that second I am happy, sometimes terrified, sometimes wishful or fulfilled or blue, but be as it may and feel what I feel, I feel it all the more intensely.
I wish I could live in that second forever, but I'd trade many things for it to last at least an hour.
I'd be an hour that would last for three, like taking a nap in the beach feels like sleeping for days. The vividness and clarity of my dream-hour would be like the mesmerizing sound of the waves upon my mind.
And if I should wake, and I hope that I will, I'll wake a different person, for I have dreamed my life in an hour.
© MoodilyLit, 2011
Do you know which one I mean?
That second where all your make believe feels like a memory that can be looked up in your diary or in your planner.
That second that is so precious, because as soon as you wake it starts rapidly slipping away, like fine sand through your fingers.
That second I feel more alive than all the other hours and minutes and spare seconds in the day. In that second I am happy, sometimes terrified, sometimes wishful or fulfilled or blue, but be as it may and feel what I feel, I feel it all the more intensely.
I wish I could live in that second forever, but I'd trade many things for it to last at least an hour.
I'd be an hour that would last for three, like taking a nap in the beach feels like sleeping for days. The vividness and clarity of my dream-hour would be like the mesmerizing sound of the waves upon my mind.
And if I should wake, and I hope that I will, I'll wake a different person, for I have dreamed my life in an hour.
© MoodilyLit, 2011