Oneiric

of or relating to dreams

It’s a beautiful word.

I felt a thrill the first time I read it.  The dream-like quality of the word’s meaning filtering through to its shape on the page, the feel of it in my mouth, the sound of it in my head.

But it’s not my word.

You see, I just can’t say it out loud without feeling pretentious. Like a fraud.

So sadly, I must leave it here.

But I won’t forget it.

Just in case some day it calls me.

Because it is, after all, a beautiful word.

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