I dream of so many things, br like black velvet nights br deep and stretching from br here until the end of hours. br I feel them br as close as the heavy br wool of my hair. br br I dreamt sadly just now, br between sleeping and pretending to br I built a solid boy with br hard arms, slow smiles and br night vision eyes as br warm as butterscotch. br br The sadness is the haunting br that ensued when I awoke br in this house, br the sadness is fear of closing my eyes br because they’ll have to be opened again.br br E.D.