She's asleep and alive, her head laid on the pillow like an explosion, like fireworks. In her unconscious mind she's standing in the yellow dessert, and hairy, black beasties with curly tails scurry behind her. She gazes to the east, one hand caresses her heart while the other covers her stomach. What is she looking at? It feels so profound, so beautiful, so very much the answer we are all looking for, but it's blurry and shrinking, slipping away into the distance faster than she can breath. And in the morning even more of the dream will be forgotten because, after all, that's what dreams do.