falls the shadow

late at nite, when everyone else has gone to bed, i get so tired i fall into these little reveries that are like five second films, humming in my ears as they spin on their silver projector wheels.

everything is slow, warm...

i float outside my body and press myself against the pane of glass that seperates me from the world--and there i fester, like a fat winter fly caught in the never-never land between windows.

what happens to a dream deferred?

i wake up with a start, my heart hiccups and i can see and hear and im awake.

again.