You wake up with the fossil of a dream still imprinted on your eyelids.
As the dream's atmosphere loses its familiarity, the lines want
to tell you one more thing,
but the day has begun.
Looking at the treetops, you notice your vision blurring. Leaves are fused together, their jagged edges aligning themselves into clouds, green, yellow and brown.
You close your eyes, letting your imagination soar.
Enough with this nonsense! Let's go home, where the sights are familiar.
Once again, the day has left you with strong impressions. Already dozing off, you stretch out on your fluffy bed. Goodnight.
