Your interesting river frightens me." It was needless to ask for the pencil again.

My puzzled face begged for an explanation.
"When you were in my room," he said, "you may have noticed a second window which looks out on The Loke.

I have got into a bad habit of sitting by that window on moonlight nights.

I watch the flow of the stream, and it seems to associate itself with the flow of my thoughts.
Nothing remarkable, so far--while I am awake.

But, later, when I get to sleep, dreams come to me.