It's Gone!

The idea entered my brain during sleep. It stayed with me until it changed from finding treasures in unusual places to looking for a bathroom.

When I realized that the Amazon rainforest didn't have bathrooms, nor did the mountains, or the elevators that went inside bodies, my eyes opened. The vivid dream continued spinning during the moments between sleep and wakefulness and convinced me that tigers lurked around the corner. I pulled up the covers, but nature reminded me of why I woke. I shuffled and swayed and took care of business.

During the five minutes of wakeful time, I pondered the dream, rewriting it in my head into a fantasy novel. I didn't write it down because I knew I would remember it. I was awake, right?

I lay my head down, hoping that the dream would continue.

Blackness overwhelmed me until sunlight filtered through the crack between the curtain panels. I rubbed my eyes. They were tired, as if I had stayed up too long. Then I remembered the Amazon. What happened? Where did I go? I recalled the thought that this story had potential. I remembered leaves, trees, and running but nothing more. The story disappeared from my mind.

Gone!