The dream
The lemon room behind my bookcase
There is a door behind the bookcase that I have somehow never noticed. Behind it, a long glass room of lemon trees, and every lemon has a single word pressed into its skin. At the far end, the windows look straight out onto the sea.
What DearDream reads
A room you never knew was there, inside the home you know best, opening onto a calm sea in the middle of the city. Rest, here, seems to ask only that you stop counting.
DearDream asks
Did the words on the lemons feel familiar, or entirely random?


