Narcolepsy

I am awake.

The world is moving but somewhere along the way, I became lost. Walls collapse around me. The ground, shakes and shrivels up. I am falling deep inside a pit, I can't escape from. The sky is but a small atom, so fragile, so out of my reach.

I blink.

The clock ticks an hour later. Where did all the seconds go? Wasn't I talking to someone a minute ago? How did I get to this? My head is spinning. Nothing makes sense. I was awake but the world is asleep. That's how I see it. I am Peter Pan, lost in the world of adulthood. Nothing wraps around my finger. Reality is a thin slice of ice cube, so slippery, so deceiving. I can't remember the last time I felt real.

Hours mash into seconds.

I'm in class, the teacher is talking. I'm in a prison camp, I'm badly injured. How did I get here? I'm losing my grip on time. Where does it disappear to? This is uncontrollable. I am in a constant state of drug induced intoxication. Sleep lies between my eyelids. He whispers evil into my ears. His words are sugar, sweet, soft and promising.

I'm losing a battle I had no control over to begin with.