Wind whistles and brushes my hair away from my face. When my eyes open they sting from the light. I look up and I see no longer the city I feel asleep in. “How long have I been asleep” I say out loud. Using words is like a forgein language I am learning to speak. ‘It must be close to a thousand years,’ I said in my mind.

Someone walks towards me. “You were asleep for 856 years” they respond. “I am your great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandchild.” They say counting on their fingers.

“Thats great,” I say. And I fall asleep again.