Was taking a nap...

...

"Footfalls echo in the memory,
Down the passage which we did not take,
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden."
~ T.S Eliot

I had a dream just now.

It was neither a haunting specter,

Nor a mellow phantasm.

It was the place where I lost tenacity to wayfare --

a forsaken garden beyond an un-pried door.