A Path Lit
I thought about the dreams I’d had last night, as I stretched out my hands and toes and settled back onto a sun lounger, and pushed my oversized sunglasses up my nose to rest comfortably as I began to completely relax.
Of how my dreams had filtered into my sleep imagination and subconscious in a rapid procession last night, flicking through new ones that felt even more different. Dreams of angels celebrating…angels that were smiling in my dreams, in different settings and my dreams had changed from one to another before rapidly stopping on one in particular. A dream filled with purple beauty, a dream of a room in my heart. A place that felt like home…
I now felt moved, to look forward to new scenes in dreams, rather than not understanding why there were such dramatic changes
