Reality Covers

I wake under the covers.I see only blackness, lost in a sea of darkness.I push at the covers and light seems to show through.I push and scratch as if pushing through reality it's self.Yearning to see what is on the other side.I lift the covers off, and a flood of sensation covers me.I see lights, and colors and hear sounds.I reach out and feel the bumps of the paint on the wall.The wall is cool to the touch.I feel I want to keep tearing into the covers, to go beyond.I punch at the wall, and the world seems to answer back.I punch at the wall, a dog barks in the distance.I punch at the wall, and a burst of laughter rings out.I punch at the wall, children cry in play.I punch at the wall, the dog paws at the door.Hello? Who is there? Is it me?

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