Microdreams

She is a huntress, she hunts for dreams. She says they are reality. She keeps them in a closet. She doesn’t let them slip away. I see her in the mirror, she smiles back at me. I can only touch her surface, but she can drown in me. She says that dreams turn off the dark. She says the more you dream the less you die. She is all alone bathing in her dreams. She says they are reality and then she drowns in me.