Running up a hill.....
Chased by a tiger......
I lose a foothold. Falling, falling, blindly falling with eyes closed …..
On the ground with a thud.
Bright light pierces through the tightly shut eyelids.
Eyes open, painful bump on the head.
But where are the hill, the tiger and the foothold?
All dissolve, feared will-o-wisps.
Chasing dreams. Chased by dreams. Societal dictums.....
Where is the slippery foothold that will jerk me out of slumber.
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