Their dreams were growing shorter and shorter.
Some mysterious force had caused their dream worlds to collide one twilit evening. They dreamed themselves a white house with a blue-tiled roof, washed over with dappled light and gusting winds, in the middle of a plain set ablaze by the setting sun.
In the dream they were young, clear-featured and slender. Because they retained memories of the real world, this pair of lovebirds seemed even mo...
