What Dreams Tell Us

Take a break…before one takes you.

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Head

in hands

Luca sits

Coffee untouched

Hair frazzled

With mirror

unchecked

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Drifts

In a lift

Buttons

Push back

It

Crashes

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Luca

Still sits

At her

Desk

A mount

Of white sheets

Untouched

Forehead

Lined

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Lift stops

At each floor

Buttons

Push Back

It nearly

Plunges

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Luca

lies

on a

Deck chair

Taking

Tiny sips

Of

Pina

Colada.

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