Sleep.

lying on the floor
the solitude surrounding
both body and mind

I spent the night on the floor. Granted, I had cushions from the couch and a pillow, but that does not negate the fact that I was still on the floor. The Iyawó was actually on the floor laying on his mat inside the throno. My cushions parallel to the side of the throno, I glanced over at the corner. Under my down comforter, the Iyawó slept peacefully.

I thought back to the week before when he slept peacefully with me in my bed.

The thought of him being across the floor, not but five feet away, and me unable to go next to him was too much, and as I laid on my cushions I began to cry. The amount of sentimental feelings that I held on to were tremendous. I did not make much noise due to the fact that I wanted to avoid waking the sleeping child next to me, but I think he knew.

Tears in my eyes, I rolled over and went to sleep.

I had a peculiar dream. It wasn't one of those muerto inspired dreams of randomness that have begun to invade the mind-scape of my dreams. It was something more Chulo. In my usual fashion, I was on a spacecraft of sorts in the dead of space. My mission was to activate the self-destruct system to detonate a reaction inside the ship causing it to explode. Of course it wasn't a simple push of a button, but rather involved me searching the craft for access panels that were to all be activated first before the ship would blow. Upon completion, I made my way to the escape craft only to realise that there were still people on the larger ship.

What to do.. what to do...

Typically, I would go back and save them, however, for some reason, I hopped into my escape vehicle and said, "peace out".

Another dream, another voyage into the warped mind of an individual looking for his place to fit in.

“I go to sleep to dream because you are my dream. Now, that I have you, my life needs no rest.”