Perhaps a dream of summer's night, perhaps a reality of winter's fright
I find myself lost in the endless white sand
Unsure if it is whether the storm of a snowfield or the reflecting beach's light
I reach out and feel what seems like a tanned hand
Like a royal, I summon my loyal knight
A gargantuan figure. My grainy might
The winds start to blow, and I climb to the top of its height
What I see baffles me. Nothing but more endless white
My knight starts to fumble on its feet
We have reached and ocean. Where it looks happy
I jump down to a floating leave. My guardian is melting from the intense heat
I grab its head and put it on my head. We ran to our bed, as it is time for a little nappy
I make it out of rocks and whatever
It is not comfortable, but it is for the two of us
I ask my knight for a bedtime story. It smiles and says it the best one ever
In the end, I say thanks and, like my knight, I close my eyes thus
Faintly, I pick up a scent. Gentle. The smell of a warm cup
From loneliness to ecstasy. My dreams, my alma mater
I wake up
Surrounded by water
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by o...
