I had a dream last night in which an attractive young woman
asked me to go holiday with her. When we got there she suddenly decided that I
wasn’t worth knowing and dropped me. That wasn’t nice, but it was familiar. And
then I found myself sitting in an armchair opposite the Queen discussing random
matters. When I woke up I tried to remember what those matters had been, but
they’d all been swallowed up in the mists of Morpheus.
* * *
Tonight’s twilight was cool with a heavy cloud cover and a breeze persuading the tree branches to wave gently and whisper in a language unfamiliar to me, while all the rest was silence. The experience was both pleasant and mysterious, as though I were being reminded of an old memory. I had no idea what it was.
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