Fiction

Silent space, a beating heart
zebras prancing overhead
sinking now as images
play above a sandy bed

They float from words on paper
resting on a shelf.
Combined minds of other dreamers
plunge into herself.

Fancies, horrors, laughs and notions
none of which the sleeper made
will merge into her being;
The minds of others, eternal play

And as the sleeper dreams their dreams
drifting through the night
She is what she reads
and you are what I write.

-Courtney Barriger