Alone With My Words

When I wake up, I’m going to be on a stage somehow. My speech will be grand and spontaneous. For now, no one is listening. Alone in this room. I start to drift off for a moment. There is applause for something special I must have said. They aren’t confused anymore! All my words are finally making sense to them! Then I woke up. I’m in my bed somehow. Breakfast is called. And I won’t come. I’m busy practicing my speech. I’m busy muttering and crying.