I took a nap, and when I woke, the world had changed.
It took some time for me to notice,
how things were slightly skewed. How long had I slept? I cannot say, a week or a day. Mere minutes most likely.
Was it I who had changed?
What dream had I dreamt to change me thus so?
Forever altering my perception of this plane.
Am I now awake? Do I dream still?
Where will this reality take me? May I influence it’s course? The river overflowing it’s banks to saturate the ground, my thoughts seeping into the soil.
To sprout new possibilities of my many futures, that only I can decide.
Which one to pick.