On nights where I don’t immediately drift off to sleep, I’m able to make out the hazy outline of each feather dangling next to me as my eyes adjust to the dark. With intentions of using it as a room decor, this dreamcatcher became a source of comfort. For a little over five months, I cannot recall having a single nightmare. I haven’t had those dreams that used to make me sit up in the middle of the night, soaking with perspiration. I haven’t had those dreams that once made my heart ache from the vivid anamnesis and sent tears running down my face. Sometimes I wonder if the legends are true; Bad dreams are caught within the intricate design of the web while the good ones filter through the holes and slide down the feathers into my subconscious. It’s beautiful— not just the object itself, but the power it captivates. A temporary escape from reality.

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