When the World Sleeps

When the world sleeps, I dream. Not of what you're thinking; A better world. Peace.

No, I am human. Not hero. Not Saint.

When the world sleeps, I dream of losing all I own down a river. In this dream, I make sure they see I am scared to lose these trinkets; The tools to create. The "essentials". The items defining success.

When their focus is on the items floating out of my grasp, I smile. I am relieved the current has decided what I intentionally could not. I feel the cool blue through my fingertips.

Chaos ensues because, well, what will we do without what we've always known?

I know nothing more than the way the water makes me feel.