The weight of sleep

Pervades her waning senses;

Ghost-like shadows seep through the fog

Of her perception

A part of two worlds

Yet hardly part of either

Gently veiled

By somnolescence

Sleep draws her deeper

As the voices dim

And without a whisper

She’s drawn beyond the veil

Passing through the gates of praedomitium

Received by slumber’s arms

A false awakening

Am I asleep and dreaming?

The room contorting beforе me

Pre-lucid and fleeting, I glance at familiar scеnes

Unfamiliarly with great trepidation and fear

Trying to make sense of this solipsistic nightmare

And through the uneven passage of time

A quietude once again seeps through her mind

Stands at the precipice

Our scene-change precipitous

One fatal misstep carelessly

Much like cursed Icarus

Wind whipping merciless

Left to the whim of gravity

At terminal velocity

Until the point of impact

Abruptly woken

Coalescing lucidity

Breathless but emboldened

Palpitations begin to cease

It was all just a dream

All just a dream