I sat up. In a bed of warmth, cooling hot water bottle. Reality flaring quickly. It dawned on me that I had dreamt again. For a moment I had left the Earth on which we live, and I had entered another relam. One in which my design and creative art conjured up. A sloping smile and sparkle in the eye. I yawned, gathering the material of my pajama's in my clutch. A life without dream, would be no life at all.
I smiled. Ready for the day.
And awaiting the night, when again, I would dream.