My head fallen on my desk, the light of my computer screen dimming, preparing to sleep . . .
I am so tired, so weary. The dreams of my mind flow through me and disappear without a trace. My room becomes dark as the computer finally shuts down its screen. I want to lift my head, to get up and finish my work—I am too tired.
In my dreams I am running through a desert, lost in the infinite sands of ancient time; the ashes of all history, forgotten here, flow around me like a twirling dust devil. It’s here, and it’s gone.
Lost in my sleep, I dream.
With a start, I sit up again. My trembling hand reaches for the smooth touchpad. The screen is alive again, my dark room filled by the computer’s light. To work. I set myself to work.
Already the sands of my dreams lie dead in the desert. Awake, I no longer see what I saw, or know where I walk. The dream, behind my eyes, falls into darkness.
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