My eyes open.

Light shining in my room, the gentle breeze carressing my face and stretching arms.

Just an illusion.

I sit up and yawn, staring outside my window,

the tall oaks swaying in the golden light.

It’s not real.

I stand up and slowly walk to my office, reaching to my bookshelf and pulling out a book.

It’s a lie, the words and all.

I flick through the pages, pressing my nose against my chosen page and breathing in the scent.

There’s no such fragrance worth smelling.

I look up from my book and admire the portrait in my room, resting on the floor.

It’s fallen from the arms that held them.

I change out of my sleepwear and step outside, taking in the view.

The plains are so beautiful, the dry grass dancing in the breeze, animals burrowing into the ground, the sun shining.

A devastion worth applauding.

I smile and breath in the air, and look down at my tank, reading the numbers.

My smile falters, I rushedly return to my domicile.