So, when the air was breaking its way through the tallest trees in the forest there was a cloud that moves it's way back home. I stood there in the midst of it all. I kept thinking to myself, will I ever lose oxygen? And I told myself that it wouldn't be possible because then I would be dead.

In fact, I did lose oxygen. Because that air was only outside. In my standing I realized that I was inside and the air was beating up the trees on a wintry night and I was actually tucked away in bed.

I dreamt about being there but I wasn't really there, I was here.

So, when I awoke I was out of breath and having to catch myself.