It’s 3:11 am

Standing in a field naked, yet not one blade of grass seems to brush upon my skin.

I’m cloaked in a layer of satin.

I feel my eyes open for the first time in many years, as the person I thought I was disappears.

All of the things that I thought belonged to me, that I thought was me, was not.

I had no idea I have been wearing a mask all this time.

It’s like I’ve been dropped into a country so far from my own.

Where I do not speak the native tongue and everything around me is so unfamiliar.

And now I must find my own way home.