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Patchy images, past memories, colours, faces, taste and smells from times spent awake.
A constant motion of running or chasing. Which exactly? I'm not sure.

There is a man, a face I cannot now remember but with a voice I know.
I stand behind him, as if wanting to be protected from something or someone.
Names of places, shops, lists of things-to-do throw take on the shape of buildings, one behind another. Not being able to escape them all, disheartened, I shut my eyes and fight back the tears streaming down my cheeks.
Images jumble, colours mould and time warps, like it does in dreams.

I find myself awake, eyes scanning the darkness. I move my legs from side to side in an effort to verify my very own existence.