From 9.48 am:
Number of times i found myself lost in a daydream since: 3
Fragments of memories – like lightning flashing – dash through my mind
If the brain is a grey matter, why do we thread between grey areas
two dreams into the hours of the morning:
A deep sleep, a nightmare of snatch theft and biting the thieves finger as i hung on to him as he dashed for the doors out of a grand library, another deep sleep and a second dream about my cousin returning with a cup of vanilla bean ice cream that i desperately wanted… for concocting an affogato.