I’m going to start dreaming in colour again.
Most of the day our eyes were shut. And this creative mind intrigues me. The builder is back in the building. He has come to form clouds of dust and ash. This dust played in the air as we slept. It gently falls resting on things we own and our skin.
The builder has left, the dust has settled and we awake.Running fingers along to create paths of original colour. Look at mark left on finger. Smirk.
