Tendrils of sleep creep and curl up my legs,
Pulling me back into my bed,
And into my sleepy little head,
Where visions of Bowie’s Labyrinthine bulge dangle and jangle before my star-crossed eyes.
Why do I always have to wake up?
I miss my underwater dream world, where everything is always wet and warm.
But here I am… trying to get dressed,
Trying to detach from my other reality that I can scarcely remember,
But feel in every pore of my bones.
Today will feel long. Like the journey to the Goblin King’s castle… if it were underwater,
Where everything is in slo-mo and silent…ish.
This reality is too fast and loud for me right now. Shit.