Novel Grail – Week 31
December 23, 2014 § 2 Comments
Another dream: On foot, j-walking past a policeman skulking in a doorway, I hop an elevator up to my studio. Covering the floor of the elevator is my stuff. I’ve been evicted! The elevator stops at the top. I hold in my arms the classic lone box of worldly possessions, but I can’t tell what – if anything – is in it. It’s really dark. So is my stuff on the floor. I can’t even make out the shapes of things. A sliver of light comes through the doors which are open an inch or two. It’s sky. There’s nothing out there. I’ll have to jump!
I wake up and realize my next step will be a leap of faith. But it’ll be a good day for flying. The sky is blue with puffy white clouds. The dark stuff is past (burned to a char from last week’s post). I get to choose what goes in the box, if anything. And now that I’ve been thinking about it for a couple days, who needs it? A box is useless. Doors about to open…
TIP: Should wings not sprout immediately, worry not – ask about the bridge… xo Pierr