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 through a broken mirror, reflections paste themselves onto my pupils as I frantically grab grab my face to make sure it’s there, the longer I stare, the more the world seems to flare up into fantastical scenes, seemingly out of dreams,

Oh,

My eyes open and there the sky is, still in one vast piece,

I get up and dust my clothes off, and I continue my walk