The dream went something like this. A beautiful fawn, light yellowish and tan coloured in a small semi A-framed home somewhere in the woods. Semi because one side of it was at an angle, but the other a bit indescribable. It seemed to be yet another bright day when this larger than life young deer came to coddle and cosset. We were indoors, confined and the chocolatey taste of coffee with a hint of nutmeg I can still smell seeping through from the other side of what was.
How can one tell after all, the difference between the bombardment of love and a full blown attack? I felt smaller than the fawn, who was slowly becoming a beast and its heaviness crippling my very existence. Then a white butterfly shows up.
It seemed so endearing at first to be smothered by this spirit, only to realize that it could soon be so dangerous merely due to its magnanimous size. What if this smothering did not stop and I ended up becoming the carrier of this majestic being.
Then, I awoke.
Tired as if rising from hibernation, groggy, happy to be alive, achey joints, another day. Coffee still tastes good. The sky is blue and the atmoshperic pressure just right.