When I wake,

The grainy static that sits overtop my thoughts delays momentarily

Blinking the sleep out, I struggle to contemplate over the scenes that played out in the night before they leave me completely,

Failed, so I get ready and walk out,

Hands in my pockets the grain seeps back in,

Nodding back and forth as the sleep tries to overtake, a flash breaks through, the world as if looking thr...