Lucid.

by denayarose

She doesn’t care where she is. The world feels the same everywhere, constantly unstable like the dreams that move inside her. Stories hide behind every movement. Unfulfilled potential haunts her while she sleeps.

There’s an illusion of control between erratic scenes of stairs and playgrounds. A new planet emerges in the distance and she thinks herself to the surface. The atmosphere grows eerie behind subconscious fears.

She settles into nightmare as shadows console her. She is the consistent presence here. Meanwhile, daylight lurks under the horizon and creeps slowly into reality. She clings to the world she built inside her mind. Five more minutes. Somewhere with you.