The world of dreams is a strange place to be in. One may be walking through from a place to another without senses. The eyes explore, while the body floats between scenes. Not every step feels like touching the ground.

There he was, sitting on that small chair. With one hand on his cheek, almost as if it is holding it from falling. While the other is free, just waiting for its turn. He was wearing a black jacket and pants. This was probably the mood at that day. But, he can sense that everywhere around him has a different vibe. It was yellowish. That is a combination between green and red. Painting the meetup between the two, health and energy. All that he needed, was a touch. A touch of grace, coming from above. It felt like, it was there on his shoulder. But, he kept waiting for it. At times, one might wait for magic. When it arrives, he faces it with his conscious and reasoning. Till this day, he remembered it that way. The shattered image of an old memory had an effect of making that day, both a memory that he lived and a dream that he had.