awake
I woke up today. I ate breakfast, I brushed my teeth, and I showered. I left the house to go to work, but got stuck in traffic on the way. The line of cars in front of me was long, so I reached down to change the radio station. As I turned the dial on the stereo, I woke up.
I was in bed, still, or again, I wasn't sure. My face was covered in sweat and my hands were shaking. I was confused. I recounted the actions of the dream I had just escaped and was astounded by the faulty realism that I had just experienced. I checked my surroundings, and went to the kitchen to get some water. I grabbed a glass and began to fill it with water. As I watched water pour over ice cubes, I opened my eyes to find myself back in my bed.
I woke up. I was worried now, confused and unnerved. I remembered the dream that I had just experienced, and was shocked by the realism. I had trouble getting myself to move, for my limbs were tired. My brow was wet and my hands trembled. I wondered whether or not I was awake and looked around. I was in my room, in my own bed. I was lying on a familiar pillow, surrounded by a familiar blanket, across from a familiar desk.
I woke up. I was scared and confused. I remembered how real my dream had been, and how real my dreams within my dreams had become. I needed to know if I was awake. I got up and went to my computer. I worried I would wake up. I typed out anything I could recall. I pinched my arm. I retold what I knew. I wiped the sweat from my face. I strained my mind for quickly fading details, but my trembling hands kept my typing slow. I watched my thoughts appear as words on the computer monitor. But as I scanned the text, nervously hoping for some affirmation of consciousness, I opened my eyes, and woke up.
I was in bed, still, or again, I wasn't sure. My face was covered in sweat and my hands were shaking. I was confused. I recounted the actions of the dream I had just escaped and was astounded by the faulty realism that I had just experienced. I checked my surroundings, and went to the kitchen to get some water. I grabbed a glass and began to fill it with water. As I watched water pour over ice cubes, I opened my eyes to find myself back in my bed.
I woke up. I was worried now, confused and unnerved. I remembered the dream that I had just experienced, and was shocked by the realism. I had trouble getting myself to move, for my limbs were tired. My brow was wet and my hands trembled. I wondered whether or not I was awake and looked around. I was in my room, in my own bed. I was lying on a familiar pillow, surrounded by a familiar blanket, across from a familiar desk.
I woke up. I was scared and confused. I remembered how real my dream had been, and how real my dreams within my dreams had become. I needed to know if I was awake. I got up and went to my computer. I worried I would wake up. I typed out anything I could recall. I pinched my arm. I retold what I knew. I wiped the sweat from my face. I strained my mind for quickly fading details, but my trembling hands kept my typing slow. I watched my thoughts appear as words on the computer monitor. But as I scanned the text, nervously hoping for some affirmation of consciousness, I opened my eyes, and woke up.