Part three:
Relief grabs me like the sound of a shrill doorbell as I realise that the immediate is reality; the prior minutes just a dream.
I sigh orgasmically as I regain the power of my own consciousness. I struggle to remember a better feeling than that of the identification of a dream. I don’t think anything has felt as good as knowing I have control once again. How cruel that for a short time I was trapped in a realm where I didn’t even know this power existed.
My head rests back on the pillow as if to complain of growing tired of waking exhausted. I am actually growing tired of waking, period.
Morning routine ensues.
I pull my shoes from under the coffee table as I absent-mindedly wipe moisture from my brow. It’s raining on my face. And not worthwhile rain, but that annoying, insignificant rain which underhandedly seems to soak you from the inside out.
I search for my umbrella in the cupboard under the stairs and look to the sky, shielding my eyes.
I see nothing.
tbc….
Jodi Webb, 4 months ago
I really enjoyed reading this. I can identify with the feelings you produce. Love it, Leia. Great stuff.