The white wall

The man was sleeping on the grass .His face was turned towards the park wall .His head rested on the crook of his arm, his slippers some feet away .He was dreaming of sleep so he can dream some beautiful dreams.

Dreaming while still awake ,his eyelids attempted to flutter while he had some pretty dreams still left under them. He turned to the wall shutting off the world from his eyes.

There was this white park wall that stopped his world at five feet to make a single white world that left him free with his dreams. Behind his eyelids was the infinity of yet undreamed nights .


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