The upside of illness: Naptime dreaming, tinged with fever, realized in sharp HD color, vivid, focused, breathtakingly real.
My dreams know no right or wrong, no black or white, only the longings of my heart, mind and body.
And so I toss and turn in rhythm with my fevered dreams, floating and drifting on the patterns in my mind, unwilling to relinquish the images, resisting the gradual return to wakefulness.
Awake, the dreams linger, draping my thoughts in luminosity. The yearning continues.