I won't be bothered

The rain was warm. Despite the drops of water falling from the sky the night was still. 14 years I hadn't felt like this. I once drempt of sailing on a clear water with the stars looking down on me. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. I woke up and thought what a terrible metaphore that is.

"My name is Dita, I'll be your mistress tonight."

Full Dream

He saw the lines of light on the wall, sneaking though the thick drapes, heralding the rise of the sun. He wanted to return to sleep but his mind lurched forward to begin thinking of all he needed to do that day. A moment of solace would be wonderful he thought to himself. The night seemed to cloak the wearies of the day, to put off the events and accomplishments for just a few hours. He was happy enough, grateful even for having such occupancies of his time. Really he'd rather be no where else. But a moment, a second of peace was more relished than a gold coin might.
This was the dream he had been dreaming. This is what he wanted, he knew it. Now with a course in sight, he would bloom out to capture more of his goals and dreams. But just a few more moments of sleep would oblige him greatly.