Grey and White

Comfortably sleeping, yet I wasn’t actively dreaming. But I was aware. So I had the physical sensations of being warmly snuggled in bed, accompanied with the surrounding indistinct grey fog of dreamworld nothingness.

I felt the presence before I saw it. It was familiar in that I had encountered this before. But I knew it was not a normal dream resident. I turned over to face the presence but saw only the homogenous grey of dreaming.

Suddenly, a face pushed through the Grey. Porcelain white, small in size, and half covered by a slightly dulled white cloth, the face came to mine. Small enough to be mistaken for a child, I could not see if this was a boy or a woman.

The delicate grey lips smiled with an emotion that I could trace up the barely exposed cheeks. The eyes were fully hidden by the hood, but I could imagine them sparkling. The face stopped suddenly a few inches from mine. Hair, previously tucked into the hood, spilled out as inertia was preserved in this strange not-dream dreamworld.

At the sight of the dark grey hair, I recognized this person at once. I have written about him (?) using the moniker “White”, for I had no name from him. He and a very Red satyr had crashed my (dream) room for a day to rest in their travels.

At my recognition, I said nothing. I only returned the warm smile. White smiled even broader, and chuckled slightly. I did not think he was capable of any emotion other than surly, but I suppose having a satyr for a travel companion would wear down one’s nerves rather quickly.

At White’s brighter face, I surmised he reached his desired destination, successfully escaping his pursuers. White nodded with the most subtle of movements.

He can read my thoughts! That’s bloody cheeky! I was not alarmed. But I was a bit perturbed.

<You think too loud.> His voice in my head was both young and ancient. <I won’t keep you, just stopping by to say “Hello”, and “Thank you”.>

Before I could answer, he withdrew into the surrounding Grey. I was alone in my liminal room again. Content to know his stay was not in vain, I turn over and release myself to deeper sleep.

Make of that, what you may.