The dream

Being a guest in the slumber of others has its own rhythm. One moment you are part of a story, and the next, the pages are turning. You have lived in enough dreams to know that every Host is a different world. Some are like a quiet afternoon in a garden where you are welcomed with a smile; others are more like a crowded room where you are just another face in the crowd. Occasionally, you find a mind that is tense and closed off, but that is just part of the journey. As the last dream fades into a blur, you find yourself in that quiet space between worlds. You don’t quite remember how you left the previous Host. Maybe you were a helpful companion, or maybe your curiosity made things a bit too complicated. It’s even possible they simply woke up and moved on with their day, leaving you to find a new place to stay.