• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 11
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When I dream in black and white, I know that I’m going to wake with a headache.
A pounding headache on just one side, and a mouth as dry as a bird cage.
The images as real as the smell in my nose and the taste in my mouth.

When I dream in black and white, I will awaken suddenly, shockingly.
Awaken as tired as I was before I slept,
Maybe more.
And so grateful to be awake,
To be alive,
To be real,
In a world of colour
Where the shapes are solid and I can feel the floor without falling through it,
Where I can reach out and touch you and know that it is now.