The Midnight Feast
Candles flickered on silver trays. Grapes glistened, cakes steamed, and a roast turned by itself. I sat barefoot in moonlight, surrounded by creatures in gowns and masks—foxes, hares, a boy with stars for eyes. Laughter echoed like wind in silk. I ate cherries that bled ink, drank from a goblet that refilled with my favorite taste. Someone whispered, “Don’t wake up.”But I did.
Sheets cold, mouth dry, no crumbs, no crumbs. Yet cherry juice stained my pillow, and in the bin—a silver spoon I didn’t own.
Dreams fade.
This one lingered, under my skin like a secret.
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