Awaking From a Morning Dream

I felt the air evaporate into a nothingness.
It seemed as if my skin was someplace else.
My every hair withdrew and wrapped themselves, almost relieved, within their neighbors' arms and prayed for their escape.
Despite how it had seemed I knew my own unfaithful skin, my own spasmodic spine were omens of misfortune.
And, agape I stood, but not surprised, when what had grown out of my fear was of my own design.

August 15