Lying so close and yet so far I awoke lightly. And as my eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the moon I found a mass of raven threads slowly beginning to appear, each hair like a web, cast upon the bed in a flowing pattern. The light caught each thread and reflected back a thousand memories of morning.
I looked up to gaze at the weaver and she turned to me, eyes closed but ever so softly, a smile.
In this moment I am between the waking and the dreaming. Between mind and body. And I fear to awaken further.
Staying in between just to remember her tender smile and the heat of a night spent outside myself.
Staying here so that I will not awaken to a reality that doesn’t fit this dream.