A Scary Meadow
Every night, I dream of meadows.
In this lonely meadow that is a beautiful, sunny abyss…
Opening my eyes to this dark, empty room.
Thrashing.
Until I can orient myself.
This is real, this is reality.
In the morning, I’m going to feel silly.
And maybe a bit embarrassed for some reason.
I’ll still be lonely, don’t get me wrong.
At least I can be in reality.
But in reality, I can die for real.
I am gripping the blankets.
I am dreaming, I am dreaming…
I am thinking of the meadow.
Panicking in the meadow.
A pretty meadow.
And the cycle continues.
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