It starts as I am floating on the surface of waking, somewhere lost in time, where swimming was like flying, and all the fish were birds.
I am inverted, a desperate version of myself, sublimely dislocated. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal in the woods who runs and hides.
Yet something is calling to me, something so incredible and fleeting. It pulls me back, hands and feet tingling, sleepy and tired, climbing out of mist.