I had a dream I was in an enourmous castle made of quartz, huge towers of shining rock too big for me to walk from one end to another in one day. I walked and walked looking for everything and anything and saw nothing but angular rock, beautiful but unforgiving. I finally reached the end, indifferent and meaning to turn back you were behind me, had been following me this whole time. You stopped, this was your castle I realised and now you were standing across from me holding your hands together like you were practising your golf, swaying back and forth. And then with a smile you were suddenly tracing the smooth space between my eye and my eyebrow.
Holly Miranda - Waves