When she woke from her deep slumber, she realized her canopy of dreams had shattered, she'd lost every last one of them in a poetic slashing. "If only once, I'd like to know what I dream about." She'd quietly proclaim to herself behind closed doors, in the darkness of night. "Then I could say for certain, that I do in fact dream." The woman seemed so heart-broken, that even the stars themselves wept for the blue beauty.
Searching her surroundings, the woman had only one indication of time, that being the moon that shone through the window to her left, she wandered toward the dimly lit window sill, mind still, clear and bright, just as the br