What dreams may come...

In wanton abandonment to my delirium, upon gentle and undulating capriciousness, exhaustion gives rise to a dreamscape of wonder. My disability to distinguish reality from flighty wanderings brings a confused yet amiable smile. The river, which, in its present guise reflects night sky in all its glory, sits motionless and idle. I stare...in some kind of daze as the moon, all glorious and happy in his clear sky, jiggles upon the surface of the water. I am most definitely tired....

But in the waking, do I perhaps dream such a soft reality? Or...in the dreaming do I see the real world..? I think I might be having a little moment..hahahaha