Sprite

I had a strange dream. And I woke up inside my dream where a black-haired street guy told me that I had been dreaming all the while.

He stood under a dim street light, grinning in a saffron shirt. He had one wisdom tooth. He had a bunch of keys dangling from the pockets of his shorts. He had a sparkle in his eyes.

And he broke into this lovely peal of laughter and walked away slowly. His keys jingled. A wind blew.

Then I awoke, and I was alone and sad.