I sleep way too much these days and I catch myself way too often sliding away in dreams. May it be at day or at night. My dreams pretty much determine my mood for the day. The boundaries in my mind seperating the subconscious from the conscious must be bleary eyed, unsure, because my dreams often seep into reality with such a seamless sincerity that I mostly inhabit a world whose foundations are entirely fictional.
Maybe that is the reason why I am so fascinated by fairytales and bubbles or why I still make a wish everytime I find an eyelash upon my cheek or blow a dandelion.
Can't wait for them to grow again.