In darkness, I lay,
waiting for my eyes,
pupils dilate fully,
complete blackness.

A pillow under my head,
covered with a sheet and blanket,
there is a pleasant hum,
from an air conditioner.

I've no idea of the time,
or recollection of the place,
I feel in the bed,
another pillow I stack.

As I raise my head,
look down passed my feet,
I see... something,
hanging in the air.

A golden thread,
floats out of reach,
I study it hard,
to understand what I see.

It's very thin and not quite straight,
very small scallops curl it slightly,
it has a definite start,
and a definite stop.

I sit and stand,
I must know what it is,
with tentative steps, I drag my feet,
toward the mystery.

As I approach,
I feel air on my face,
I reach for the thread,
and grab and pull.

A massive amount of light
blinds me momentarily,
as my eyes adjust,
I remember.

Looking out on a motel parking lot,
the one I stopped at, exhausted,
just an hour ago,
judging by the bank clock across the street.