Here's another short for 3WW. The words are fondle, kick and sumptuous.
Bits and pieces of dream lingered like morsels of forgotten feasts. An unknown beast. Doorways.
Awakening was like standing on a dock at dawn, the dream boxed in an underwater crate attached to a thick rope, the kind she could never climb. Whenever she managed to retrieve the crate and break it open its contents flooded her like a treasure from the otherworld.
Fondling strange ears. Wariness and fascination. The hairless tiger chased her and shot pieces of claw like throwing stars that glowed when they struck locked doors that kicked open to endless stairways and empty rooms. The tiger broke apart into doves that filled the air in sumptuous flurry. A snowstorm on a mountaintop.
A secret gift.