The Maiden of My Dream

A woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her and out away. Yeah, as would sometimes happen, she had the appearance of some woman whom I had known in waking hours. And then gradually the memory of her would dissolve and vanish until I had forgotten the maiden of my dream. The rest of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman, whose company I had left but a moment ago.My cheek was still warm with her kiss. My body bent beneath the weight of hers. I remember that again, immediately, I had