Afternoon, in bed with dreams.

Music:Stacey Kent - Hushabye Mountain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn6Tol70BjU

Time:3:10 pm

Ripping a delicate purple cloth in half, it tears from the middle. A soft hum lingers in the afternoon air as bees of lust buzz in the ears of the unfortunate ones. Fresh, like wind rippling over wet grass; gentle, like a single sliding tear of the deep sea mermaid. A blanket of silver stars glimmer in humble delight.
All images crumble into one warm blend of caramel. The back of my eyelids speak time. Slowly I open them like one would with a heavy window. A world of sorrow greets me.
It was something green, something blue, and maybe a touch of pink that floated in and out of focus on the soapy surface of that bright bubble. The bubble you, me, no.... we blew together.