I Wake Up.

I wake up inside of a bag. There’s a man next to me and he’s standing on top of a mountain, holding a machine gun. He has a bag on his back and it’s being sucked into another dimension while a river flowing with red hot electricity rushes past both of us. I turn my head to the other side. Birds, beautiful birds flying off into another direction. Somewhat hazy thoughts of a half happy face. A dragon soars above us all. Looking at the world with only two eyes, one for joy and one for pain. Pictures of better days reflecting in her shimmering skin. She breaths no fire, but one wrong look into her eyes will burn one from within. I roll around in my bag. Like a snake it slithers over a purple Indian blanket. The blanket. A gift from a Viking wedding in the woods on warm September afternoon. Golden floors beneath all of us lead to rooms with no doors and windows big enough to fall out of. Microscopic waves from the rising sun vibrate with blessings from above. Again I turn and Joshua’s trees stretch and bend beside English Daisy’s as blue leaves with green backs float down from the liquid sky. I close my eyes one more time and rise. I wake up.

-Him Inside