At 5 am

I awoke from a dream as if I had been sleeping. A deep, deep sleep that is comforting by its nature, yet when awoken from, and you are in the middle of, remains disturbing and oddly aloof, with pieces of another world floating at the edge of your consciousness. As if a vestige had been left behind, and a part of you is trapped in a void of dreamy silence that you can never retrieve. You are now incomplete with memories that linger, and the only way back to them is to dream again.