Centre Stage

We may enjoy reading novels but
on the other hand we may be hard-wired
for short stories. And we may in fact
be walking, talking libraries. Our busy
brains, that is. Triggered by our ingrained
sub-conscious propensity to dredge our
sleeping minds for interesting tales to be
experienced at one sitting as it were
albeit in the usual sleeping position
in our beds, not to be viewed chapter by
chapter but in one fell swoop. So short
stories it is, stories familiar and unfamiliar
with a changing cast some of whom we
know others absolute strangers and on
occasion we take the starring role ourselves
but whose ending all too often eludes us
since the timing seems always geared to
missing the conclusion in favour of
suddenly awakening and no amount of
think-back or hopes the drama will 
continue on succeeding nights avails when the
stage of our dreams draws back the curtain
on that other life we live asleep as opposed
to the one we experience awake is once
again prepared to take centre stage.