Between Dreaming and Waking

The story began there, in that moment between dreaming and waking. The dream was still there, curled up on itself, waiting to unroll across the sleeping mind. The day too, though, was waiting to begin, ready to bring itself out from under the dark blankets of the night. Each of them was supposed to keep separate; the day should not fall into the dreams and the dreams never to occupy the space of a waking day.

Something went awry though as she awoke. The dream slipped free of its prison and ran free out into the day, while the day fell asleep on the pillow she left behind.

At first, Louise did not know that she had awoken into a dream, or into a world that had become dream, that she had left reality behind asleep on the pillow where her dreams usually waited for her.

Everything about this day look the same as every other morning to Louise, even when she walked trough her bedroom door on the way to the bathroom, without opening the door first, she didn’t really notice. It was just one of those nagging things that seem to tap at the mind when first awake. She was just too tired to notice anything amiss.

However, when the small green dragon handed her the soap in the shower, she began to realise that things were not quite right.