Mosaic of thoughts

Seemingly out of nowhere, the alarm tone pierces through the cocoon of the dream you were wrapped in. More instinctually than consciously, your hand finds the phone and slides to the right to turn it off. Your head still rested on the cool pillow. It's dark. Only on the wall opposite your bed a small stripe of light falls in from the street lamps outside. Still in that sweet state between awake and asleep, you try to hold on to the last fragments of the dream, but they escape you, seeping thr...