FIFTY-THREE

There are some dreams you can’t wake up from. These are the dreams that try and trick you. The ones that lull you into believing you’re awake, that your eyes are open and your mind knows what it’s doing. But it’s a lie. In reality, you’re paralyzed. And when something terrible comes for you, you can’t move.

No matter what you do.

No matter how hard you try.

The story my sister tells is not a nice one.

It is not a dream I want to be having.

But it’s mine.

I can’t escape it.