Dreaming a Reality
“When I wake up, I have to remember all over again that my dreams are not real and that reality is not a dream.” - Cecelia Ahern
Running in the woods, the smell of wet bark
smacks me in the face and sticks to my skin.
The moon lurks between bare branches,
mocking me from afar.
My footsteps fall heavy,
pressing deeper into the earth.
Searching, desperately seeking
an exit door.
Anything out of this nightmare.
The stars catch my wrists.
A trap. Captured, paralyzed
and wide-eyed waiting for you.
Shake me, take me
from this place.