I woke up from a dream and realized I was still asleep. Bashing my head against my own chest to convince myself I was here. Where I am not exactly sure, but at any moment it will become clear. I hope. I really do hope. The murkiness becomes safe, familiar, home.
While I see a light peaking out through the solid rock wall. I resist its reality based on my past. My intellect pounds me harshly and I submit again. I glimpse another it again in the corner of my eye. Turning my head it is no longer there. Or is it and I can no longer see.