Awake
September 17th, 2008She woke me up. The loud synthetic beeps invading my dreams plucked me quickly from my sleep. I’m fogged, disillusioned and unable to adequately interpret or communicate. The voice is soft, jovial, alive with a playful tone. Mine is harsh, dusty and hibernating still. Slowly the speech changes, transforms from a subtle cipher into the unencrypted input my mind can manage. In line my conscious, cognitive, creative all perk up. I am capable of full duplex conversation and awake, finally.
