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.