by: D.R. Humphreys (the DreamWriter) Visiting a different country every year on vacation and invading those little rustically rural areas to practice your hand at your hobby, it's easy to get lost and suddenly not recognize where you are. Things aren't where you thought they were or look different. As you search, you stumble, and things become more confusing. You suddenly find yourself away from people subject to their uncomfortable absence.
Falling for Laura
by: D.R. Humphreys (theDreamWriter) I looked over at my love, as we began speeding towards the Earth, knowing somehow, we'd be together, forever. Still, I wondered why I was there, in the middle of a free-fall through the air, hurling towards the ground.
Reflections of the Future
by: D.R. Humphreys (the DreamWriter) The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, then again, it was. I mean, it was an older me, wearing different clothes, reflecting the image of another bathroom. There were women's stockings hanging over the shower curtain rod. I wasn't married. I rarely had women to my apartment, and checking to make sure, there were no stockings hanging over my shower rod. Either I was delusional, or I was still lying in bed asleep, ready to be late for work.