Have I been here so long that the building crumbles to rubble?
I hyper-focus on the tumbler. I am sure she winked at me once.
Isn't she tired? Did she see the building tumble? Did she see the parallels? She tumbled, it tumbled. But one decays, the other doesn't. What does it mean?
If I could figure that out, maybe the dream would release me.
I am still frightened, but why? Frightened of the inevitable change that must come even in a dream?
Perhaps the building represents me. A tumbling down shadow of what once we were? Crowned in purple flowers...