The Threshold

The room swims into focus— walls recover their edges, light finds the corners again.

Your breath is still traveling through hours, still gathering names of places that dissolved when your eyes opened.

The world waits at the window, patient, familiar, ready to claim you once more.

But here, in this narrow passage, you are still the dreamer, still holding the weight of something that had no weight at all.

Soon the day will insist on itself. Soon you will forget what it felt like to be everywhere and nowhere at once.