Imagine rising at the crack of dawn,
My mind risen before the the
“cock a doodle doo of my neighbour’s illegal chicken coop”
I rose with the descent of the moon.
Thoughts still tumbling over one another.
That waking dream escaping me.
Plucked out of my self induced coma
On my best days I’d felt angelic, that glorious ring above my head encasing me in this protective suit.
Some nights there was warfare , my subconscious felt duty calling it to battle in the wide open field of my cranium.
Forcefully ejected from my crack at the base of my palm this substance anchored onto that high rise as we swung from building to building this one felt special.
Like it was platform exclusive, draped in my red a burning prickly sensation ran up spine I was in danger of waking too soon. I could sense it. I’d almost made it to my destination 8 feet to go.
All of these just memories .
Nowadays we didn’t do that sort of thing.
Nothing was more futuristic than it though.
I’D hated the day they developed that chip.
Implanted at the base of the skull
I’d hoped for a Chris Pratt or Hemsworth or a Robert Downey Jr. to rescue me from this scarlet torture.
How’s that for a throwback
I’D been 70 years since I’d done such a thing accidentally
Nobody realised the magnitude of what we’d done.
Once I had that chip implanted I’d dreamt my last dream.
This was a waking nightmare.
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