Some nights were unlike others. Some dreams were lived and others made. Some were true, only seen by few…. He woke for the third time, paused and turned. Something about this felt unlike a dream, unlike sleep, unlike a usual night. Something felt more… life-like. And it would be disturbing when the sun rose; it would be a muddle to find meaning.
Categories: Short Stories
Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.