Late at night i'm plagued with dreams where my body is immobile. I'll wake between dreams to discover it is another dream i have woken into. I fear this entrapment: where i fight between morphed walls and sinking beds. I discover my own body heavy- my eyes like slits are unable to open, my voice dry and cracked. I'll flee to the rooms of others; to look down on their peaceful sleeping bodies.
Where is this place of dreams: Where touch and smell are real?
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