I wake up from my dream like an empty haze, the voices in them I've once heard them made, these voices linger in the cold air, on my back cold sweat lingers rolling there. I headache, an illusion, times past now. My headache, it feels heavy, a blanket. I wake up, those words linger, louder now. I wake up, and sit up, it refuses. My body moves slow like molasses sap, trickles down as the clock moves on and on, my body sluggish, I go, check the time, my eyes opening but the world blurry.

It's distorted, this room around me now, it's warping, with memories, then and now. Half a eye open, half a eye closed shut, my arms up in the air to check my phone, like subtitles, the words, they refuse rest, my head beating like drums, thoughts with no rest. Who is this name they speak of, what's this voice? Who is speaking to me, and when did they? These voices they're familiar, heard before. I'm sure it was during my younger years. A pleasant voice, one I can't really place, I look at my phone and then

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I wake up.

I'm laying on my bed now, phone by side, I'm laying on my bed now, questions linger. The headache has ended, the pulsing stopped. The blanket laying on by body long, only questions of... what have I forgot? The voices, fading like a fog now gone, snapped by the wakefulness of the bright day, only a sense of lost time to pave way.

I wake up, this is life, regrets be damned. Lets pave way for a future that's lasting.