noir

This was not written today. Well, I suppose that depends upon which day you're reading it.

I had a dream last night that I was lying on my back in a room covered in black cloth, watching moths fly around a single light. I did this for hours until, right above me, a large, furry one stopped in midair. Its wings stopped moving and it was just still. Then it dropped down lightly, and the body fell away from the wings. I thought it had died and went to touch it, but it started shaking. Then it turned into a very small, tattered moth and darted away.