• One.
    I open my eyes to the overpowering sunlight
    Pouring through half-open curtains
    Reminding me of the days ahead
    As well as the ones I left behind.
    I arise
    And plant one foot onto the ground
    Firmly, to propel myself into the unknown.

    Two.
    I turn the page.
    Leaving behind the fleeting
    Comfort of the bed
    I jump instead into the foreground
    Of blood and violence,
    Gunshots and wounds,
    To find the killer.

    Three.
    My eyes behold a reflection
    That has aged without my knowledge
    As if my body had
    Sped ahead without me
    And my mind hadn't caught up yet.

    Four.
    I wake up again
    In the same bed I dreamt of.
    Or was that dreamt in?

    The reality I inhabit.
    Is this the one I was chasing?
    Or the one I was trying to escape from?