I wake startled as the uncomfortable dream haunts. I twist and turn in the soft bed and find no comfort. Sometimes the unreal looks that better. The shadow of dreams over the reality of present doesn't linger forever, they say. But it is a part of me. And my existence. I don't want to part. The shadow moves to and fro as I change direction. But it remains until I enter darkness. And the light of imagination doesn't let me enter the dark allies of reality. I befriend the shadow instead, just to assure myself . I am not alone.

- @authorsuranya