Awakening, the fissures of my face separate. Forcing focus in below the weight of dreams and in their space. A frozen, fallow world awaits, beyond my hollow bed. To wrap my body up in violent shakes and cast my skull in dread. I mean to bathe to cleanse myself of sleeps subtle grace. But the chains, they hold me here in place. So I spend one more day in cotton grave, another day erased. One more day fully encased, another memory effaced. And I will not, turn the key. Unlock these chains, set free.