Dreamthievery

Oh, unfair! Bitterly unfair. I lay awake counting, trying to lull my own mind into sleep, and fell into a doze without realizing. I entered into a dreamspace where I was a younger self, tormented with sleeplessness, and continuing that same count to put myself to sleep, still swearing I would give it up at one-thousand and go do something more active for a bit before trying sleep again. I distinctly recall that I sat with my back up against a nursery bookshelf, holding to my chest an illustrated work of Aesop's Fables, the one with the blue cover and the fox and grapes engraved upon it. As I worked my way to the eight-hundreds I had to repeat for losing count, and felt myself nodding off against the shelf, but I was still cognizant on reaching one-thousand.
Cognizant, but asleep. In the dream within the dream I was somewhere pale and soft, with someone familiar singing the sweetest lullabye I had ever heard, in a light whispery tenor. The song gave my conscious mind chills, redolent with that kind of painful nostalgia that only snatches of dreamsongs can bring. Greedy to remember what seemed so desperately familiar I clutched at the tune, like a thief I dragged the few bars I had heard speedily toward the waking world.
I am awake now, with three bars and two lines of lyrics which, while sweet, are sadly devoid of something when heard in the waking world.
I am awake, bitterly awake again.

Spreading the word

I had intended to post this before, but should anyone not already on Rey's friendlist read my journal, she is offering art commissions. She is an utterly fantastic artist, and quite good at tailoring character art to your personal image. She has drawn nearly every icon Thorn has ever had, and helped me to design his appearance in the first place. She's drawn other characters for me in the past as well, and always does an amazing job.
At the very least, go wander about the gallery linked there and have a look at her art.