My waking life was once little more than a stream of "Conscious Daydreams", as Jennifer called them.
I hadn't even noticed that slip away from me.
I was never prone to sexual fantasies.
Lately I have a recurring daydream/nightdream that I am a horse unable to cease my furious gallop, running faster and faster until eventually I bust into a cloud of ash, swirling away in the winds . . .