Where do your dreams go after you’ve had them?
Are they absorbed into your pillow?
Do they float away as thought bubbles to rest among the clouds?
Or once escaped from your head do they crawl lower to seek refuge in your heart, fearful of The possibility that they might fade away, disappear, as soon as you open your eyes?
In your chest they could hide so you could dream them again
Only this time, while you’re awake
This time to come true, tangible, real, instead of an absurd thought
Yes, dreams may start in your head