Somnabolist

sometimes the days are filled with the reverie of things that never transpired if only in the realms of imagination the scenarios of full life experiences reeled off in a neural bank through the most anfractuous of storylines some play out like the sweetest fruit while others seem to drift in the deep current yes the summer days of leisure the eyelashes of an elephant the joy of pure laughter the first moment you talked with your ears sometimes you need the nights filled with sleep to regain the steeping thoughts of the day and purify them into pool of drool on your pillow