Between

Last night sleep only came to me in bits and pieces.  In that place half-way between waking and sleeping, pieces of thoughts, scraps of numbers, fragments of words flew across the surface of my mind. 

As I tossed and turned I remembered a photo I had taken a couple of weeks ago, of reflections of colored lights from the Christmas tree refracted through the round, clear ball of a snow globe onto a book.  I think if I could have taken a photo of my thoughts last night, they might have looked similar to this.