|| Cancer #1 || The day started off well enough. But it was the day in my dreams. Rapid eye movement had befriended me but I lost that chance thanks to my alarm clock. It stole the keys to my dreams, drove it like a race car and then a crash totaled my peace. I woke up, startled, trying to catch my breath which was flying away into thin air like the smoke from the cigar my mother had yesterday. This is how dreams change into nightmares. Kneading my eyes, I gazed out the window. It was raining. The pluviophile in me felt alive, and all my rusted love for rain started to grow. I felt like a child again. *CAPTION* The day started off well enough. But it was the day in my dreams. Rapid eye movement had befriended me but I lost that chance thanks to my alarm clock. It stole the keys to my dreams, drove it like a race car and then a crash totaled my peace. I woke up, startled, trying to catch my breath which was flying away into thin air like the smoke from the cigar my mother had yesterday. This is how dreams change into nightmares. Kneading my eyes, I gazed out the window. It was raining. The pluviophile i
