(it needs a better name)
Drifting in and out
of a world
between
sleep
worlds
that make perfect sense
stories
more real than reality.
and wake
a bed,
soft and cold
silence
pounding noisily in my ears.
Falling into a welcoming
blue-black
warm-cold
embrace. only
to wake
empty
dreams are much more solid
cold
So numbingly warm
confused
where am I?
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