You, like me, impersonate the sins of your wildest dreams every morning when you crawl out of bed and try so desperately to hold on to the haze through which you view the world.
One step at a time, clarity pokes through the blinds like rays of somber sunshine.
It glints and blinds you mid-stride… and you stumble on your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your day.
… as you splash your face with cold water… the last remnants of your fantasy world wash away, and you realize that once again you wish only to return again to the dreamscapes that serve as your nocturnal resting place.
So… reluctantly, you dress and slip on your shoes.
…but there are ways to turn a blind eye to even the most blatant of truths.
Stopping only to grab the small bowl you keep neatly by the door, so that with lighter in hand you can fight the obvious, and go about your dreaming.
Sunshine peeks through a cracked door, and you turn the deadlock from the outside, locking up.
And like me, in the end, you resign to face the day.
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Submission Name: Awakening
