philosophyofwonder:

There is this: two can be in a room. One is asleep, her face small and tucked into itself like a child, like a bashful hand in a pocket. He, however, is awake, watching her. His world, the waking world, is quiet and soft, and sounds only like the distant wind of her slow breathing. And her world, paralyzed, is full of dragons and time and choruses and diamonds. His is always ending. Hers is never over. Two can be in a room. This is the dreamless dream.