Was it real?

I awaken as if I never fell asleep.

The silence of one in the morning interrupted

By a brash man’s voice crashing through the concrete walls.

My room’s only a lawn away from him on the sidewalk.

Waking up the whole neighborhood,

He makes his way down the road,

Shouting at the unknown.

The street lights help to outline the obnoxious man,

As he wobbles off of the curb.

The daunting noise gradually fades away.

It takes many minutes to reach complete silence once again.

My eyes roll in annoyance.

The stillness returned, so I bask in the quiet.

Until troubling thoughts transpire about this individual.

Fatigue mixes with exaggerations of his character in my mind.

Questioning the event won’t fix anything.

Seconds after shuteye, imagination conquered thought.

I’m stuck in an infinite loop between reality,

And a dream.