I lay awake,
in some blackened hour of night
bathed in darkness
mildly curious,
at first,
to find a distinct
beating in my chest
of a heart.
But a mind interferes with this sudden,
instinctual,
acknowledgement,
this simple accordance
with being.
It strips itself of layers
looking for truth
that it won't find
on a blank ceiling.
I drift unintentionally
in and out
of differing fragments
of reality
hoping they'll meet somewhere
somehow
and shuddering slightly
at the fragile sensation
of this heart
still beating.
I blink my eyes once,
twice,
and remember
That I am only dreaming.
