Where Was I?

Dreams are weird, eh?

Wake up.

What?

Get up.

What time is it?

And as I rose, I saw nothing around me.

Just darkness.

Where am I?

Get UP.

I’m already up, what do you mean?

Stand.

And so I stood,

and groped through the dark,

until I felt a cool plastic.

*Flick.

Huh?

GET UP.

It's still dark?

GET. UP.

I am up,

what do you want.

GET OUT.

This is my room.

Why do I have to leave?

Where am I going?

LEAVE.

What have I done.

As I felt through the walls,

the rough bumps of its surface,

my hand catches the handle.

GET. OUT.

Curious on the other side,

I push down the handle,

and pull open the door.

On the other side was pure white.

It was like before,

but the complete opposite.

Despite this serene setting,

my ears began to pop.

What is this feeling.

Am I in a plane?

Are we falling?

Or perhaps, rising?

This smell, is peculiar.

Lavender. Am I home?

Yet all I see is bright light.

Wake up.

Now I’m lied down.

Why is it so hot?

It felt like I sprinted.

My sweaty eyelids separate.

The first thing I see…

My ceiling.

I roll my head,

as it dips into a pool of sweat.

My pillow, a sponge.

My window is open,

a cloud of gray.

But why is it so hot.

Where was I?

Author's Note

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