Moby Dick and Other Dreams.
The transition between waking and sleeping was subtle enough. I was stretched out on the couch and the next thing I knew Susan was leaning over me with what looked like a vintage illustrated hard cover of Herman Melville's iconic novel, Moby Dick . Cover Artwork by Shae Alexander Meyer I rose up and took the book that Susan offered me. I thanked her and stepped from the living room to my office. Suddenly it seemed that my eyes had been almost sealed shut. I could vaguely see through my eyelashes. I circled around in the center of my lit room, still confident I could find my desk. Yet I was pestered by my restricted vision. I asked myself, How in the hell am I supposed to read this book if I can't see? I set Moby Dick down on where my desk should be. It finally occurred to me to rub my eyes with a tissue. On cue, a tissue was conjured into my hand. I rubbed my eyes gently, and what I called "eye snot" as a child fell away....