My dream self dies upon waking

I had a breakthrough in my first dream poem during my Techniques of Poetry class last night. Larissa Szporluck is the most perceptive reader of poetry I've ever met. I'm fairly certain that she pulls more meaning out of my poetry than I do. I hope one day that I'll be able to tap into whatever realm she's in.

Other than that, the rain continues. The semester is winding down very quickly, then it's time for building snowmen and curling up under blankets with hot cocoa.

(Sorry this is so blurry)

Pleated long-sleeve shirt- yesstyle.com, Elephant necklace- Wal Mart, Rope belt- thrifted, Knit lace shorts- yessstyle.com, Moccasins- Roots

These are what the shorts look like close up.