The Stuff that Dreams Are Made Of

A crackling flash awoke me. Through the skylight, the sky turned dark, then light, then dark again. I climbed the stairs to the rooftop patio, pushed open the doors into the night, and peered down into the street. Swaying with the dancers and twirling with the music, I wondered, “how could anybody sleep through this?” – See more at: http://www.thecolorsofmysoul.com/2013/07/the-stuff-that-dreams-are-made-of/#sthash.go1ES4z1.dpuf

Written for ‘Colors of My Soul‘ Flash Fiction contest

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