“Loreal hair gel, because I'm worth it.”
Albert Einstein* #quote
Unfortunately Jessica caught a cold so we've delayed our hanging out till later. Also I have you ever wondered why boxing is called boxing? Their gloves are round...maybe it's because of the shape of the ring? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
A Dream About Nothing
One day a man dreamed of being in a cove. A beach where the rocks had the color of spilled ink and he didn't care about the sand beneath his feet because he fixated on the ocean beyond. However he could only see the water and not the sky. The sky didn't exist. He couldn't raise his head or his eyes high enough to see above the water. He tried, but no matter what the sky eluded him. The dream simply ended there.
True nothingness. Without being created by his mind in this world of the mind what should exist above the horizon was less than the void of space where satellites and shuttles flew. He kept trying. He wanted to see the stars because he knew it was night. In dreams the dreamer just knows things, like the fact they're looking for something even though they don't know what they're looking for.
In the end the dreamer never saw the night sky. He never manager to get past the pure nothingness in his dream and only barely understood its presence, or lack thereof, above the horizon. Eventually he posted a story on his blog about it to see if others could understand.