"I SHALL NOW WRITE ABOUT MY DREAMS AND PERSPIRATIONS." -dan

I jerked awake panting. Sweat drenched my hair and stuck to the back of my neck. There was nothing around me except the familiar ivory light of the moon filtering through my uncovered window. Calming myself down, I let my eyes get accustomed to the darkness of my room. Instead they saw colors dancing in streams, twirling, twisting, shaping themselves into pictures and scenes in front of me. They moved almost in slow motion as if they were underwater, floating. As if they were casting a spell. Like ink in water, but instead in air. My breathing slowed down and I relaxed. Sinking back into the comforts of my bed, for a moment, I dreamt of the life I could never have.