Click click rzzz. Click click rzzz.

It dreamed this dream:

High on a rock above some misnamed sea a child in white lay sprawled. Ships surrounded the rock, tiny spit of land, and barrels of thick red wine, blood wine, to spill when beeves might not be found, or mixed with salt water and swallowed slowly, and knives and armor and heavy beards. Sunshine upon the sea, as upon the white glitter of the child. There was a man…

Click click clack — and screaming —

It dreamed this dream:

A shirt was stitched and fancyworked in delicate embroidery. The design was madness and maddening; asymmetrical, strange, uncouth. Heavy blue, the shirt, heavy blue, wide across the shoulders, the weight of desire. In the shirt was the hidden blood, the secret lusts, the lost innocents…

Click click click click click the screaming continued.

It dreamed this dream:

Sunlight…

Click click rzzz the screaming stopped and the dreams. Anger flared violence. Whither sleep? Whither sunlight? Whither song and chants and the drumming of the bells? Click click click. Shower of noise slams the door open. Pip pap click click rzzz.

“Larry, you idiot!”

RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT.

It dreamed this dream:

Sunlight…