The Music Loops of the Dusk Dream

The echo of a train whistle. Can you hear? It’s somewhere between silence and memory.

"I thought the fish wore hats," she said, staring at the ceiling as if it were the bottom of a lake.

Looping rhythms trapped in the twilight. Shadows dance to beats unheard by waking ears. The clock ticked, an invisible pendulum in a dreamless void.

"Don't forget the tea leaves speak in code," replied the man with the globe eyes.

Listen. The streetlights hum when the world forgets to breathe.