Hamid SAFI

The Town That Dreams in Unison

No one locked their doors in Willowmere. They didn’t need to. At midnight every night, the streets emptied, the lamps dimmed, and the town drifted together into slumber. It was not ordinary sleep. Every citizen, from the newborn in the cradle to the mayor in his fine house on the hill, shared the same dream. A meadow stretched under a violet sky. Golden birds trilled endless songs. A river shimmered like liquid glass, its surface rippling without wind. In the dream, all burdens fell away. Pain, grief, hunger, guilt—gone.