I was talking.
I was falling.
And then I was dreaming.
About you, about me, us.
About life, where I wasn't, where I should be.
Then I was awoken.
Not under the covers.
Not in my bed.
On the cold hard floor.
Where the lights were blinding, shifting, hot.
Where everyone looked at me worried, whispered, stared.
This has happened before.

It's nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing more than a dreamt reality.
Nothing more than a place I wish I never had waken up from
How long will it be until someone wakes me again?