Awakening, calm and peaceful like.
A single tendril of a story line clinging to my consciousness. Altered by its flavor, I am curled within a series of confident thoughts. Familiarity blossoms all the way down, as would the fluid recursions of a Mandelbrot set. And yet, with the alacrity of a skin walker, slipping in and out of lives, in an instant the pattern is broken. What was has been hidden, waiting to be reborn behind the veil of the dream state.