Nap | Wenatchee, WA | 2015
He surrendered first to the library’s dimness. He then sank into the chair’s comfort, the room’s hush, and in seconds had made the leap to elsewhere. I witnessed him leaving here on a dream to confront someone (through mumbles) and end it with a disdainful sniff. A teacher scolding a pupil? A trader cutting a deal? A knight denouncing a challenger? Where did he drift to? Where do we all go when sleep’s door opens and we step through?