Boundaries

Connecting the boundaries of dreams and reality. What is real, what is not? I want to go back to sleep. Finish the last page of this screenplay. It was so engaging. So real. This time it made sense. Perfectly presented to me so I awaken, forced to decide which life my blood is pumping in. Flip a coin. Heads=lay my head back on the pillow. Tails=splash water on my face. The present rests upon the copper penny as it spins for eternity. It lands under the bed, invisible to my eyes. Fumble! I did not make up the rules for any mishaps, so I quickly decide on a resolution. Spin again. Heads! Falling to the down feathers sinking into oblivion. I pick up where I ended. It's him again. A decade of his face in my dreams. The saga proceeds a chapter further ending with wet sheets and short breath. I hear from him today. There is no such thing as a coincidence. Calm. Smile. Faith. History.