Written September 8, 2023 For The Premiere Contest, “A Hypnagogic Dream” Sponsor, Suzette Richards
Not quite awake, I drifted back to dreaming as sleep would not give up fulfilling magic; soon lifting me into a sense of twirling- among bright flowers dancing in a meadow. I quickly woke to see small snowflakes falling.
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