As vast as it seemed, it had only been a dream.
Murky and vague, I awoke and had become…
everything my mother had hoped I would be.
The joy in her eyes had been a prosthetic.
The sins she had always shared…
were no longer kinetic.
Slowly fading from sight…
Her wish.
Our dream.
Freedom from our bondage, once again, turned pathetic.
Before this delusion slithered from my specter.
I caressed sleep from my eyes.
And, awareness back to a falling figure, fetal on the floor.
With less came more.
Disappointment lay beside me…
as it had, a thousand times before.
My awakening had been just a dream within a dream.
A door within a door.
