I woke up from deep sleep, Terrified by a bad dream, Looked around, The room was well-lit The curtains drawn, Was it midday? And oh, “This is not my room!”
I, puzzled as can be Put on sandals, rushed outside, “What is this?” Was I wearing a dress? The type they give to patients. But why? Was I really sick? Who’s to tell!
The streets half empty, Their faces strapped with masks, I noticed one around my neck, The humans- Walking fast, Sweating, Was I dead? Was I a ghost? So I pinched myself. Alive, but numb.
I woke up on a sick bed, In a sick dress, To a sick world, When I just about called home, I couldn’t find my phone, So I went back, Just then, My alarm rang, I woke up in my own bed, I woke up to a sick world, And in my own skin, But everything felt like a dream.