Bow Wilcox

In my dreams, I'm wide awake

I've been having some vivid dreams recently. Not every night, but a few times a week I'll wake up to remember the smell of fresh bread at a bakery with cakes of a Willy Wonka level of creativity, the feel of a gentle hug from the man I have an unhealthy crush on, the sight of a kaleidoscope of colours and jewels, and the texture of fur on a queen's guard's horse. They come back to me in soft flashes, in warm sensations, that lull me into the dreamworld, and I long to return.