“So this is how the inside of my mind looks?” The thought echoed through a pristine white space.
Before the echo had subsided, the place was grown over with mosses and lichens and I could almost smell the musty rot of dead wood.
How did this turn into a stadium with cheering throngs. They were not cheering me, and I could not see the object of their affection.
All of a sudden I was sitting next to the window of a speeding train and looking at bucolic scenes blurring past.
I awoke with a dry mouth and a hazy head.