It is past midnight. I am chasing a dream. The water flask has a red handle…it leaps out like a dragon’s tongue. I lick it. And let my tongue run down the whole body, a transparent glass. My thirst is quenched. The water is left dry.
I am chasing a dream. A silver bangle is on the table. I placed it there as a paper weight. The two pearls that met at the ends in an about-to-kiss pose are lost. I do not try to find them. I put my finger in the hollow. My palm becomes an oyster.
I am chasing a dream. An envelope with red and blue stripes, like toothpaste, sits between the pages of a book. I bite the edges. I tear what is within. Paper turns to pulp with the touch of a little saliva. I swallow words.
I am chasing a dream. The sky drops the moon at my window. I cup my hands to hold it. Clouds burst out with laughter, congregating together in a conspiracy of whispers. I whisk the curtain over my head. I have found a new sky.
It is past midnight. I am chasing a dream. Or are the dreams chasing me?