I'm waking from a dream. Consciousness is tearing at the corners of my eyes, violently criss-crossed and red and burning. A voice is screaming in my head.
"Wake up."
It must be me I think. A strange jumbled accent that everyone is forever telling me I speak with as they guess where I'm from; America? England? Canada? I purse my lips and crush my eyelids tighter together. No, not yet. I don't want to wake up yet. I'm beginning to feel the world around me, all of it rapidly coming into focus in my waking mind. I don't want it. I struggle, fighting back the softness of my mattress pressing into the small of my back, fighting against the vague brightness of the morning light burning through my closed eyes. Please no. Not yet.
"Wake up."
It must be me I think. A strange jumbled accent that everyone is forever telling me I speak with as they guess where I'm from; America? England? Canada? I purse my lips and crush my eyelids tighter together. No, not yet. I don't want to wake up yet. I'm beginning to feel the world around me, all of it rapidly coming into focus in my waking mind. I don't want it. I struggle, fighting back the softness of my mattress pressing into the small of my back, fighting against the vague brightness of the morning light burning through my closed eyes. Please no. Not yet.
