I am in a world not entirely my own.

I am unable to move. Unable to speak.

The line between dreams and reality have been blurred.

Neither myself nor the one I yearn to be.

The middle ground where there is nothing, but empty thought.

Things there do not exist nor will they ever.

There is no way out. I wander to no avail.

I panic. What will I do?
Am I forever lost in this middle world?

Screams escape my throat. Frustration.

Tears stream down my face.
Sadness.

A smile plays on my lips.
Satisfaction.

The corners of my mind bind me to the things unreal.

Feelings return to my limbs. I can speak once more.

"Congratulations. You are free to go"