It’s Christmas Eve. Yet I lack the complete enthusiasm associated with the season.
I looked through my writing journal just now. This is what I wrote months ago…
I see it in my dreams. But no one can take things from Dreamland to our world. The gates separating both realms are sized to our bodies; nothing else would pass through.
Regretfully, I should have slept on, eternally dreaming about my forbidden fruit.
Well, I love my dreams. They are usually vivid and weird. The above prose obviously talks about my love, or rather, lack thereof.