Daily story, April 12, 2025

He knew he was dreaming, because it was snowing in summer, and the snow was neither cold nor warm, and it tasted of lemons. He knew he was dreaming because the girl he was talking to had died when he was young, and the drinks in their hands refilled themselves. He knew he was dreaming, because he didn’t have his phone and didn’t care, because his watch didn’t tell the time, because it had been days and the sun had never set. But he knew what dreaming felt like and what it didn’t, so he knew he was awake.