That feeling that blankets mid-morning,
Coaxing you back to slumber
So much unlike true sleep.
Your bones of liquid lead drag you down
Your mind is heavy, yet, your thoughts fly.
This is the strange twilight time
When time is immaterial and reality an afterthought.
Reality? No, realities; so many merging together,
Descending to you in a fog.
I lay in my bed asleep
I run down a lane
Heavy breaths because of the heat
Heavy breaths, adrenalin pumping
Light streams through half-lidded eyes
Darkness crawls at the edges
My body knows I’m dreaming
My mind cannot wake up
For the briefest of moments
I am here
They close in on me
It’s nearly time
I need to escape
My heart pumps in anticipation
The first notes break through the fog
The sun is shining through the curtains
I wake up