I come here, and then I am gone.  The summer months come i think.  I can’t see out of the room, and I know that i have no way of knowing.  But at the same moment that I can’t know, i know with certainty.  I have seen the summer months roll past.  Roll into the dusk of this room.  I won’t be able to put all those moments behind me.

The days were level. They went past, and then were moved into the past in some amount of grey waste.  I know that the colors stand out so clearly.  They are blue and gold.  The days are blue and the evenings golden and cool.  But they all passed so fast that I know that they couldn’t have been as fast as it seems to have gone.  How in this room is anything like light making it through?  I think the volume of information passing through my mind has slowed down my waking dreams.  Like a wash of information flowing normally, passed into another level of flow.  Like a river overreaching it’s bank.  It flowed over everything and washed it down slowly towards somewhere lower down.

I feel like at this point, the days are shrinking to grey and chill.  The days and the nights don’t seem far apart, and the flow has lowered.  How is the summer month so fast, and the winter is so slow.  Maybe this time is ment to keep my mind clear, and flush the dreams of the summer from my thoughts.  It feels like there were so many visions and flashes of rivers and trees.  Doors and windows, everything framed in blue and gold.  Everything was awash in light and brightness.

Can i return here soon?  Sleeping into the night and waking in the day to move and think.  I still don’t know what my thoughts are producing, or what all these dreams mean.  Have i ever noticed that the room seems green now?  It is this color of green i have never really noticed.  It is a shape of grape leaves.  The shape of the color of grape leaves in mid summer.  It flows from ceiling to walls to floor.

I can’t see the floor, and can’t move my head, so i don’t know how i know, maybe the way the light reflects off of the floor makes me so certain that I can’t imagine it is any other color than the walls.  So much green, and such a soothing color.  It must mean something to me.  Something that carries forward into my sleep.

I want to spend more time awake in this place.  See if i can’t hear a sound.  See if i can reach into my dreams.  This should be a new day, and a new chance to reach into the dreams, and pull them around me until i can stream them into my mind at a moments notice.  Something like taffy and glass i can spin into the waking world.  But how to change the things that I can’t seem to remember.