Flash Fiction: Sick Dreams
© Camey Falcone
Image by Camey Falcone
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Photo Edited by Yanting Chen
They say fever dreams are vivid, but I didn’t find that to be the case. When I was ill, nothing my brain conjured was interesting or remarkable. The images were black and white, dull and monochromatic.
I dreamt of great landscapes, open air, and misplaced items. My bed was on the edge of the Grand Canyon, my sofa was in an unrecognizable field, and my kitchen was on a sandy beach. I dreamt of being outside while still in the comfort of my own home.
The only thing I thought or felt was the yearning to continue sleeping. Even in my dreams, I looked for a comfy place to lay my head.
