Inside Out

"What do you think you are doing?" they asked her.
They were waiting.
They were expecting a sort of revelation, a project of some kind.
She knew and felt the pressure.
She could feel her heart beating right through her hands.
So she opened her eyes and said
"I'm dreaming, and my dream is inside out, just like the t-shirt I'm wearing".
They looked her.
A look heavy with judgement. 
"I'm busy" she wispered.
"There are many dreams waiting to be dreamed".
And you don't let a dream wait.
Bad manner.
Everybody knows that.
But they don't, they won't.