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Tarot Story :: The Star Still Dreams |
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Many years had come and gone, and yet still the dreams found and haunted her. She was older now, drawn back to the real world of traffic lights, car payments, nine to five (or in her case, eleven to eight)... The hustle and bustle of a new city and a new life. It was different than she had thought it would be, but it was now her lot.
Bit by bit she began to forget. There was music, but it was not hers. There was beauty, but it was not the same. The lines that had blurred between waking and dreaming were drawn once more; thick, solid, bold lines. Marker. Permanent. It would be hard to break them down again.
Wake up, shower, breakfast, walk the dog, go to work, come home, relax, sleep... A new schedule for that new life. No more thoughts, no more memories, for a time not even dreams.
Deja vous.
Then sometimes she would remember; sometimes she would dream.
She dreamed of a castle. She dreamed of a room, of music, of friends. She dreamed of a lake, an arena, a toy room... A kiss.
She wakes from those dreams lost and confused, pondering what had once been, settling back into what is. Sleep lifts, dreams fade... Life goes on.
The castle continues to slumber, but some dreamers will always dream.
Skye Starrfyre · Sat Dec 28, 2013 @ 04:31am · 0 Comments |
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