In the dead of the night
Deaf tones are spiraling the city. Every movement is muted, suppressed. Secret
spaces are calling, offering comfort, warmth in hug, promising beauty and
sweetness; citizens are gathering and grouping in the land of dreams, we’re all
together there – in the dead of another cold night.
And I’m completely safe in my high hide, dreaming that I’m dreaming. This
time, life is not at stake, the price is not my soul. I’ve severed every
meaningful bond, I’m alone in the silence, catching a breather. There’s no unrest,
not a single trace of pain, there are no words, not even feelings, only the
comfort of my fatigue.
I’m lying on my belly, hugging the pillow, destroying its shape with my
brute force. And all of a sudden weightless shadow jumps on my back, blowing
into the back of my head. I wake up frantic, comforting myself that it was only
a dream… when deep down, I know it was you!
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