PsychedelicMind

Life is But a Dream By TT Snim ~*~ The trembling white shafts lanced the faded drapes and tumbled to the floor in dancing little pools.  The light skirted over every thing, the walls, the floor, the dusty old furniture. Specks and motes floated up in to the shafts and glittered giving the whole room a gauzy, earthy, feel.  The air smelled of mildew and grit and dirt and flowers.  The windows were broken, little glass shards littering the floor under the sills and sparkling like diamonds. They weren't supposed to be here like this, hiding away in some wretched abandoned house on the edge of a lifeless town, but they were.  The night had