thing is… there are rules, right?
dreams cannot just come from nothing at all
create themselves at will… no purpose but to dream

and wherever the notion to create stems from, it cannot be apathy
it cannot be lethargy… there must be something more…
a head just can't function secluded

dreams are no more created than infused, taken from and extracted from events
… there's no more truth in dreams than in a nondescript painting
dreams are real in a sense and unbelievable in another

tap, tap, tap… someone lightly tapped on my door

Yes! I exclaimed like I gave a damndest… in a voice I hoped sounded like "Go far, far, far away from here and never return"

tap, tap, tap… followed by a nose I could only describe as "Yea, hi… umm… could you open please"

It sounded so strange in my ears… like a piece of cobweb in my inner ear…
… muffled… almost wheezing… I was somewhat curious to see what made that noise

Wait, I'll be right there! … I screamed in a somewhat unnecessarily loud voice
… followed by a silent apology to my cat who got so scared she almost moved a muscle where she lay sleeping on top of my wrists as I typed…

Would you like to see who's knocking on the door, chose option A
or, if you don't care, chose option B.

B-B-B-B!!!

… the tapping on my door grew even louder as I drifted off to sleep
from tap, tap, tap to BANG, BANG, BANG in a couple of seconds
… or, maybe hours…

Where was I? … I asked myself

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