Good morning,

I woke up this morning for the first time. “Good morning.” You said, “I haven’t seen you for ages.” I gave you a smile and I knew at once it was all worthwhile to fight my way out. So much has changed since I last said goodbye, only to slip into myself watching the world go by. I never knew I was sleeping till I opened my eyes. I was afraid to drift back asleep knowing this all will fade to a whirring white. I felt myself slipping though the floor; losing this world, trapped in many more. Anxiously waiting for a moment of clarity, I stared though endless white, lost and frightened; too tired to fight, clad with fading awareness that this was a dream. I didn’t know what to do, so I sent up a prayer that i’d find my way back to you. Somehow I knew I was drowning, but which way was up? My tears were lifting to the ground, my hopes were crashing down, my voice was rising without a sound, and I knew no help was coming unless I called a little louder. Now all is spinning around me, I’m falling skyward, trapped in debris, my world is reeling, cracking, choking me.