I slept and I dreamed of being awake.
Then I woke, and dreamed of being alive.
I recalled what being awake used to mean, and I could no longer sleep.
The reverie was brilliant in its past.
I yawned and settled back into my cocoon.
When I awake again, my existence will cease.
All this time, I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.
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