This Could Easily Turn Into a Nightmare

She had fallen into the neon region of her soul again It was going to be one of those …. She looked around at the corals and the yellows Greeting her in a happy way And yet she understood that this could easily Turn into a nightmare again She had been led into the bowels of a great dream before That had turned evil She listened for her guides, to see if they had advice. There was nothing Such is the world of the dream. You enter having no idea what to expect. At least she had a choice about the way she entered Skipping and singing or as if pulled by a chain of reluctance She chose the latter