Sleep, a wonderful thing. Dreaming of creatures, as long as they aren’t monsters. And if they are monsters then as long as they are friendly ones? My monster is insomnia, when the dreams WON’T come. When the dreams that do appear flit past my eyes for a second and are then gone. Like a butterfly snatched by a cat, or a dragonfly grabbed by a pike. Then awake again I have to watch the seconds click by. Close my eyes and the world swirls sideways. I need rest!
It’s over a month since I walked any distance, and only recently that I started driving any distance again.
It was because of a calf injury that happened while I was on a walk. The pain is only just resolving and I can bear weight on my leg again.
Now I think I’m getting cabin fever. I want to get out and start to walk again, as you get older you can quickly lose muscle mass.. And bones can get weaker too. So sometime soon I will be going out for a gentle wander, somewhere flat, but somewhere I can stretch my legs, see my small patch of the world again, and move on.
He woke up and saw the figure of a blue woman hovering in the bedroom. She was standing, but as he looked down to the side of the bed her feet were a couple of inches above the floor.
She had no facial features, like a mannequins dummy, blank faced, not even eyes. No mouth, no sound. He felt, somehow though, that she was looking at him? The angle of her head, tipped down and intent on where he lay. He noticed motes of dust in the sunbeam shining through the window. He could see them floating beyond the figure. It was dissolving as he watched.
Finally it faded, gradually, slowly, melting into nothing. No explanation, no reason, gone. All he felt was a wash of calm, not fear, and relieved that she was gone.