Reading: "KALAS" (A.Glass 2020)

 

Sarika Kalas awakens from her deep sleep, sitting upward, recounting the clarity of the dream she just had. Lying back down onto her pillow staring up at the ceiling, breathing slowly. These dreams, more vivid than usual. Thinking back to when she was younger, in her teens, when her dreams became more realistic and lifelike, yet dissimilar at the same time. Foreign places, people, cities. Situations within an unreal world, which don’t exist in her waking reality, but for Kalas, it seemed so real as an alternate city in her unconscious mind. Before the details of the fragmented visions begin to fade, Kalas adds the core aspect of the dream to her memory. She sits up again, reaching behind with her left hand, placing the pillow against the wall behind. Leaning back, she looks at her hands. Staring ahead into the darkened room, thinking of Kim Liana and her hand tattoos, knowing that it was a cultural trend among some people in their twenties. Kalas, who is now in her early thirties, thinks about her late father, who passed away two years ago.

“I ain't no psychologist to the self...” Kalas yawns and then chuckles to herself. “...But, my dreams. They’re so interesting.”

She flattens her out pillow and leans back down. Closing her eyes, she turns to her right side and begins to fall asleep.

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Reading: "KALAS"  (A.Glass 2020)