bagpiper

Once dreams become real, they escape the power of the dreamer. *© Richard *** It’s been a long day, and the feeling of cool clean sheets against his skin is nothing short of blissful. They feel smooth and smell fresh, and the mattress underneath is just on the right side of soft. The balcony door is open wide, letting in the fresh breeze and the slightly muted noises from the outside. Somebody’s apparently in the midst of an animated narration, talking quickly and loudly – Italians, Richard thinks with a smirk; there are car – or, more probably, scooter – honks; and if you listen hard enough, the regular