And she begins to fade. How dare you leave me now! Perhaps she wakes finally, leaving me and the dream behind.
Wait, I am the dreamer. She is the dream.
I know I dream because I see myself dreaming. Perhaps again I am both dream and dreamer. I dream because I know it. I am dreamer because I see me dreaming. So is anyone really awake?
The earth grows smaller in the sky. Either I am leaving it, or it is leaving me.
Why worry. There is nothing there that I need.
Of you little shadow man. Are you dreaming? Or are you just an extension of myself?
So many questions. So few answers. Yet here on this cosmic plain is everything I am, laid bare beneath the earth and the stars.
And still I am afraid...