Only A Dream.

I’m stumbling through the brush.

I trip over my feet and fall into a world unlike my own.

I’m falling, past bookshelves and mirrors and candles and pianos and flowers.

I see a glass on the table, and a cake on the floor.

I’m walking through that door.

Walking underneath the tall mushrooms.

Followed by a band of talking animals.

I see colours everywhere.

I reach out to touch everything.

It feels real beneath my fingertips.

You seem so real.

We smile and laugh together.

You look into my eyes, with a sorrowful look. “If this is a dream, then that means I’m not real.”

I can’t look at you. With my eyes completely averted, I calmly say, “Yes.”

You touch my hand. It feels almost ghost like now.

“But you can’t leave me. I love you.”

My hand slips from yours as a single tear runs down my cheek. “You can’t love me. This is just a figment of my own imagination.”

“I’ll continue to believe that this is real. I’m real. What we have…is real.”

“…I’ll miss you when I wake up.”

We’re on a battlefield, good versus evil.

Like any good fairytale ending, good overcomes evil.

Another drink and this all starts to fade.

Your smile disperses into a thick fog.

Your voice echoes all around me.

I feel pulled; back through the forest, back up the rabbit hole.

It couldn’t have been a dream.

It was real.

What I have is real.