Thursday, August 9, 2012

the coincidence of dreams

last night i dreamed the world was white. i built a snowman with my dad. my cheeks were tinted with exuberance and chill. my laughter crystallized and floated down to mingle with my fathers sonorous voice in the soft bed of snowflakes.

it was early morning. the sun was out. so were the stars. it just me and my dad.


i woke up this morning.

i pulled back the curtain.

the world was white.

i made a snowman about a half hour ago.

now i'm just waiting for my dad.

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