A sudden glitch as I fell asleep
Into a world I was airborne
Beginning to fall to the ground
In the midst of a raging storm
Knowing I will be just fine
Riding winds, wings spread
Rising to dance on clouds
No fear of what lies ahead
Stoic Poetry
Wake Up
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
That’s a good dream – riding the storm and prevailing.
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