How can I dream? And if I dream, who gets to say that I'll remember it? I wish that music were enough to let me feel everything again, to let me refresh myself with with things dead, but it can't. No combination of wordly goods can piece together the puzzle of the past. Can reach down with slender milky fingers and manipulate the emotions, and the laughter, and the nonchalance of the things I've already done, pulling them out to look at each glowing piece, and always making sure to put it back in just the right spot. Within that enigmatic drawer, skewed half-open at the back of my mind.
I found myself standing, alive and seeing, in the vastness. It was grey, yet everything could still be seen easily. I squinted into the fog and the twilight, and my eyes picked out the dresser that always appeared in my dreams. No matter what events happened in my fantasies, the dresser never opened. It seemed locked, from the inside certainly.
Coming closer, I felt the edges of the place stretch out beside me. Straining to make forward motion, everything else around me lengthened and distorted, to the effect that I began running, panting, breathing eagerly, and the dresser with it's laminated, mysterious innards remained just as distant.
The light above me, a little to the left, brightened. I shut my eyes tight, whispered an assurance to nobody, and breathily looked around once more. And I was at the dresser. Its surface seemed to shimmer in the fog.
Not in a state of lucidity to think about the repercussions, I knelt and clasped the flowing handle of the second drawer from the bottom. Mildly surprised, I noted that the wood seemed uniquely formed to bear my fingers. The carpentry relented benevolently, and the drawer creaked forward, sending an echo out into the mist, reflecting off boundaries that weren't there.
I glanced down. The drawer was full of puzzle pieces. Some were worn and dull, others glistened with colour, some even seemed to glow. At first glance I already began to identify pieces that might fit together. But there were so, so many.
Sitting down, I poured the pieces out onto the ground. I took a few long, thoughtful breaths. And began to put the pieces back together.