Dreamscape

Tuesday, June 13, 2006



For a minute she felt utterly dislocated.

The thin line between reality and dream. Sometime she would forget who she was while day dreaming. Until someone tapped on her shoulder or said her name, would she come back from a million miles away with a start, and all in a fraction of a second have to remember who she was, and what her name was, and that she was even there at all.

-juan


noted at 6:35 PM