He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell her that sometimes, in my long sleep, I dreamt of her — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“Lying between the sheets, she felt different; her body had turned into bread dough, dough that's been kneaded and pounded till it's… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
