I woke up before the sun, the dreams following me into the dark of the new morning. It would be the same as yesterday, the same as tomorrow, craziness hovering just out of sight, its poison infecting those I love. The only solution was to descend to the level it lived on, beat it at its own game. But that would give it validation. Crazy would act crazy until it forced the sane to play its game. Suspended between night and day, I realized I could not play Evil and I was not God.
My eyes lifted toward the window. A hint of baby soft pink stained the mountains. Would I travel across them? Seek to make sense of the irrational? For a moment the color fooled me into hoping. A sigh washed across my thoughts, a prayer whispered its way toward the dawn. There was no answer, the same as yesterday, the same as tomorrow.
Light filled the sky and I stood up and stepped into my world.
