Eyes Journal 4

 So Janie began to think of Dreams. Dreams, that small creature with the big presence who lived deep down inside. The big one who lived in the old box like a prison with a padlock, and without another exit. What need do Dreams have for a release, and what ideas can knock him down? He waits in his small box tucked into a deep crevice. Sits ready and motionless all day with his head held high, waiting for his master to release him. Been sitting there before there was light, night or blight. She was likely to spot a glimpse of his genius crawling to the surface any day now. She was mad and disheartened as well. Unlucky Jack! He shouldn't have to be confused in there alone. She sent Michael in to promote a meeting, but Jack said No. These psychologists were all right with the Godly sick, but they lacked the understanding for a situation such as this. He'd be fine right when the two headed dog spotted what was hidden right in front of him. He would never not exist. That was what he hoped. But Michael informed her the opposite, so she realized. After then if he hadn't the next day she was promised to know, for creatures met in the park under the moon and willow tree. People too timid previously strolled through and did not come close. Just laid under the grass's will wished. Whisper, that fin-less fish, had circled the village.