Wake Up

I woke up today a different person.

I’m thirty, but there’s almost no point in the past that I can reference to this moment.

The web of memory spins and unspins itself, particularly in the dreamworld.

I wake up and there’s no thread left to pull me back.

It’s dark here.  Or is that light?

Even perception is fresh.

I wake up to the smell of something burning.

I wake up and I don’t know how I got here.

I wake up and I am alive.