“Sometimes I blink myself awake and am surprised to see another day. I slip into dreams so easily, sleep swooping in to take me hostage for the night. It’s easy to forget things aren’t always as they seem. One minute, I’m soaring through the sky and landing on a beautiful, fluffy cloud. The next, I’m in bed, staring at the stars I stuck on the ceiling when I claimed to be afraid of the dark. Now, it seems I am more afraid of the light. But, it’s easy to get confused when my bed could pass for that same fluffy cloud. And even if I could remember how soft it was in my dreams, how might I pick out the imposter? Maybe my reality has been a lie all along. Maybe, I wake up in my dream world the same way I do in this one: trying to determine how I got there and if things are light enough for me to stay.”
— t.s.






















