Daymare

Words that should not be accreted into anthing prosaïc but must be expressed. 

The night was white without any fantasm or assumed story or it was void of dream having any content negative, neutral, or positive.

Certain, if there was such a state, it was supplanted by the schism of realization brought by at least 2 senses those being sight and sound particularly the latter. The scraping, pounding, trenching, marking, piercing of an earthly machinating device had primacy over the 2 prioritised senses. But the sight of the familiar was glaring even hidden amongst the old sheets that were overdue for laundering. The damp envelope only held allure for so long. 

The daymare unfolded.