Libing
No... that's not right.
The old man let his mind wonder again, trying to remember that dream. It was so vivid. But, now it felt so distant. Like a mountain of smoke, floating into the sky. He could see it, billowing upwards, rising towards the clouds, but never being able to touch it, hold it in his fist.
"Damn brain." he cursed, "At least do your job right when the rest of my body doesn't."
A sigh.
...
He tried making a fist with his left hand. He lifted it up into the air and clenched, only for his hand to form a loose imitation of a fist. His index finger wouldn't even bend. With little aplomb, he dropped his arm to the side.
What could he actually remember?
The old man let his mind wonder again, trying to remember that dream. It was so vivid. But, now it felt so distant. Like a mountain of smoke, floating into the sky. He could see it, billowing upwards, rising towards the clouds, but never being able to touch it, hold it in his fist.
"Damn brain." he cursed, "At least do your job right when the rest of my body doesn't."
A sigh.
...
He tried making a fist with his left hand. He lifted it up into the air and clenched, only for his hand to form a loose imitation of a fist. His index finger wouldn't even bend. With little aplomb, he dropped his arm to the side.
What could he actually remember?