Where dreams take us
At 3 pm today, I closed my eyes. And as I drowned myself in darkness (and the good professor's voice with it), I started to dream.
I was at the beach, whiling away time with a good book, the salty breeze caressing my face. The sky was sprayed with the orange sunset. In peace the waves lapped the white, sandy shore. It was getting dark. I was devoid of haste or panic. I was alone in the island.
Sadly I woke up 20 minutes after. And while I could no longer recreate in real life the postcard of a scene that one only sees in dreams, I could always go back to sleep again.