againagain  early this morning   another of “his” dreamswandering a maze  a labyrinth                                                                                                                               unafraid  unperturbed

going from one construct to the next by hallway or staircase or room abutting room gardens again on an on many timesoddly  filled with milling strangers who he or they chose not to interact mostly solitary  anbecause he hadnt Ariadnes thread he found himself in places he recognised so moving forward he took a different tack

occasionally he felt lost  though only occasionally

                                                     it was familiar

he woke before either concluding it or emerging

sittingup he gently pulled his legs up an away from the cat who curled at his groin telling her to stayhed be back  used the bathroom returning to bed she stayed he slipped under the covershis legs again to either side of her he did not displace her warmth  

then closing his eyes he watched slippingpatchy inkiness move protozoalike lavalampish slavish to designs or loops he did not conceive

                  he watchedrefused to open his eyes for more than an hour before falling back to sleep the while thinkinghumouring himself his dream was a cocoon

one day hed emerge

                            humouring himself  perhaps his emergence would be his death

AMish,  day-between-2-Ts,  11  10. 23

1130,  day-between-2-Ts