What are dreams? I am no child. Dreams come and go. I do not hold onto them. But I too have been robbed of sleep this night and hoped for solace from these dusty shelves. There is a book I have kept from old days of study. I could never read it without dropping off into a deep slumber. A legal treatise on the forgotten laws of a forgotten people of a forgotten land, a foundation of supposition towering into a madness of inventive quackery, no apothecary holds better soporative, and there is serendipity in the failure of the prose.
Dreams and Dreamers
Tale Told 