I was on a journey to the kitchen. Then I heard, my falling In a pool of water. Red scratches all over. Hand trying to touch the scratches But didn’t seem to locate it. Water from my eye Almost filling up a cup of tea But can’t be drank Even by someone who can drink The fullest of a tank Body swinging To continue medicating But red scratches still all over And pain felt everywhere That seemed like reality Just then, The morning sun Gave me a slap Making me realize that It was all a dream.