This is how it happened, A bright flash like that last nasty lash in the Passion, I jump awake gasping as I try grasp- the looking glass was just laughing, no that’s something I’m imagining, I rapidly blink repeatedly a thing Ive often seen people do on Tv, actually this moment reminds me of some scene ive seen, drenched in sweat the hero stretches to catch his breath, a semi silhouette etched in moonbeams, dammit, Ive forgotten my dream, it’s the same thing everyday, I chase it seems to give her an excuse to escape, but since she only exists in my minds inner mist I guess I get what I take-

I jump awake gasping as I try to grasp, I laugh, and try to remember the last words of my dad before he passed, its funny but they seem fuzzy, and theres something else bugging me, am I dreaming that I’m awake, or awake thinking about dreaming, I snort at the irony and blindly use my hand to tentatively find my phone on the bedstand next to me, if I had to guess I would say it was no less than 8 judging by way the headlights from the cars driving by outside played against my mental state, wait, my cells not in its designated place, and hold on a minute, don’t I live in a basement, and who could possibly be this warm body breathing unevenly next to me, I lean in to check and catch the unexpected scent of existential sex and ecstasy, my heart misses an expected beat like a dope break could it be–

I jump awake gasping as I try to grasp what exactlys happening, here in the distance native drums bang signals saying I have to pay for last nights highlights symbolized by the pounding in my temples, and its fitting that im in the fetal position naked on the hallway floor next the door leading to the kitchen, I wish I could slip back into the sweet abyss of oblivion but ive gotta piss so its obvious that this isn’t going to happen....