This is part 3 of 3 of my Dream Induction series.  Read part 1, “Arcana,” and part 2, “Apricity,” for the full experience.

Windows.
Endless windows intoxicate my bedroom.
Overlapping—
they
depict the scenes
my dreams convey.

Eyes open—
Aware—
The frosted glass is cool against my fingertips
and melts away,
a silver liquid dripping
delicately,
pooling before my bare feet.

I step into the open window,
released from the blank walls of the bedroom
embraced by the night sky—
Tired,
I collect myself
underneath the reaching branches
of a lone oak tree.

It scoops me up into its arms,
and I fold myself up against its body.
Softly,
like an ocean’s whispering breeze,
it drifts me back—
back through the frosted windows—
to the blank walls—
to a familiar mattress.

Asleep,
I am unaware of this harmonic movement,
until the sun shines through the empty walls
and the windows dissolve into them.

Home: again.

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