Starting the Day
Usually it is twilight when I succumb to sleep.
Waking up in some indeterminate realm.
Sometimes favorable.
Other times, haunting and elusive.
The space I am in is familiar.
But there is also a feeling of hesitation.
As if something is about to swoop down.
Even though I am protected by the ceiling-
I still know there is danger above.
A few minutes pass of me lying down, frozen.
Until it starts feeling like my room again.
And I am starting to become suspicious of the outside world.
As if the birds chirping…
And the muffled voices…
Are fabrications.
Suddenly, this room feels welcoming in comparison.
I can close my eyes, and be both trapped and free.
This room is like a coffin that is about to be buried forever.
But the sunlight ruins the illusion.
So starts the day.
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