Soft music, echoing from a phonograph.
The distant smell of tobacco and white wine.
Comforting, yet, unsettling.

Smoke fills the room, blurring visions.
It's warm, feels safe.

Raindrops can be heard hitting the pavement outside.

Is this a dream?
Am I dead?

I can feel myself float above lukewarm water.
Drifting away, my skin cold against the air.

My head is light and empty.
It feels nice.

Better than being awake.
This dream world is a safe haven.

Who would want to be confined to a dark reality?
When you can get everything you want,
                                                                just by closing your eyes?