Dreams

She dreamt of many things in the night, most of which she could not remember. When she stirred in the morning with eyes still shut, the nights misty memories lay vivid in her mind. As soon as she opened her eyes the dreams vanished form sight. Struggling with all her energy to grasp onto the tiniest, minor detail, she tried to explain to him the bizarre happenings of her dream. That which made perfect sense whilst deep in slumber, now seemed to lack any form of conventional flow or order. It was almost as if she hadn't forgotten them but her mouth could no longer form the words to describe the magnificent visions which had previously occurred.