Reverie

Daze.

A warm luxury spread around me in halls of literature and golden hues. My gaze illuminated by the shine that flowed from the window down to the oak floorboards that creak softly like a birdchirp. My hands no longer reminding me of the World Beyond except the illusion before me.

I gripped onto the fabric of my being; unable to comprehend if I was truly human or simply just an existence trailing the thoughts of one. Perhaps both, but I couldn't tell. The fabric morphed into something much more established in reality, yet it was still as unperceiveble as ever before. 

I reached out.

A bookshelf clocked onto life and I numbed my fingers over the texture of its spine. The bolted title caving as my thumb neatly clawed over the cover, letting me gently pull it out of its nest as the smell of nonsensical fresh dust coated the hairs of my nostrils.

Everything feels like the World Beyond.

The book peeled open as pages filled with thoughts built by humane emotions flung out like a mystical scripture, and I was unable to understand a word of it. I kept on reading nonetheless even if my illiteracy fails me with every flick of my tongue.

Why do I feel a connection?

Warmth smothered me more and more until my eyes wither in drowsiness. My grasp letting go of the composition as I fell backward on the leather chair I had no knowledge of. It tweaks in favor of my form and I couldn't help but simper in comfort.

I fall asleep once more, falling further in the chain of the unconsciousness where I confront myself in transcriptions no longer comprehendable. Is it intended? I have not an inkling. I only wish to continue this journey.

Lead me, my dear.

For I wish to escape the World Beyond.