Where Dream Touches Down

Nightlight/Nightcap, originally uploaded by skitbraviking.

So I've been sick, hungover like a first time drunk on a bender. I had been vomiting, having been dehydrated and without sustenance for eight hours. In a haze of half-sleep, half-waking, a desire which seemed like a foreigner comes to me: hunger. Hunger for a burger (quite often, it's this desire). There was no way that I would find myself eating one anytime soon. Yet the desire intermittently returned, like a recurring dream, as time oozed by. Each time it returned it became stronger, taunting my nausea. I tried to drink, eat, but vomitted each time. No desire could have been strong enough. After hours of this routine my hunger returned and the nausea subsided and here my dreams of burgers found a footing and I ate and ate and ate.