I step outside. It is dark. The moonlight guides me.
I wander onto the path and beyond, into the land of imagination, or images from memory? I recognize the people I know and care. Their faces are blurry, but the feeling of familiarity and comfort permeates.
Then, a sense of melancholy overwhelms me. I know that they won’t stay, they’ll be gone.
I follow them. I focus on the sight of them. I try to think and remember.
I surrender to my subconscious.
When the first light appears, they fade into the hum of reality. The voice inside my cerebrum cortex tells me to wake up. I exhale, open my eyes, and start another day.