The Dream

Sometimes, I wake up in the morning with no recollection of the story just played in my head. I know I dreamt because I can still feel the lingering emotions without knowing their source. Flashes of faces or specific feelings are random waves of clarity. Sometimes I pull a Sherlock, and try to put together whatever moments of dream still exsist in my mind however fleeting. But on days like today, when I wake up  almost drained.. without having taken a step out of my bed... I have to figure maybe I'll leave this one where it lies, where I lay.