First Contact

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In a waking dream, 

I’m breathing underwater, 

Sunlight envelops. 

I stand suspended in warmth, 

Giving myself this moment. 

I glance down at hands, 

Beautiful glistening light,

Reflecting colors.

As if i was a mermaid, 

As peace settles in, i hear.

A whisper of sound, 

At first melodic, subtle. 

Then, incessant scream. 

It demands full attention, 

I move in closer. 

Zap-through the tunnel 

I go, I swim through gasping 

for air too shallow 

to breathe, lurched right back into 

reality, his voice says, 

Did you take your contacts out?