In my sleep, I step into reality

It knows me

It calls me by name

A voice without sound reaches me

not through my ears, but through my being

The ground is steady beneath my feet

more certain than the floors of my waking life

I move through doorways that do not exist

through landscapes of knowing

Here, I do not question what is real

I simply am

The light bends around my thoughts,

and time spills like water in my hands

Then morning comes

pulling me back into the world of walls and clocks

But something lingers

A feeling, a whisper,

a truth too large to fit into words

I carry it with me,

through the illusion of waking