Hypnagogia and Hypnos

When they dance and stir the wisps of inspiration

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When Hypnos comes to visit me at night to drag me away to his realm, Hypnagogia caresses his cheek and entices him into a dance. Their rhythmic steps stir up dust of inspiration in my mind.

Their swaying bodies call me to join, lulling me to enter the nocturnal realm. Their footfalls step in perfect time with every heartbeat of mine.

The stardust settles into dormant thoughts, sparking lucid dreams. Worlds created from strings of questions and silent whispers from the dancers.

I fight against the ocean of dreams to claw my way back to wakefulness. Dragging all the wondrous ideas through the dust made brain fog.

In the darkness of my room, I see the dancers fading. The look of rage upon the face of the god who lives in Hades.

I quickly run to turn on the light to commit my spoils to paper. Only to watch them vanish and crumble into floating dust.

Aspirated and frustrated, looking down at my lost treasures. I hear my muse Hypnagogia laugh in delight as her whispered nocturnal narratives disappear into the night.

Thank you for taking the time to read my article. I am a Canadian writer, and you will see words with UK English spelling. I hope this…