He dreamed he grew up so empty he became a hollow echo
of resoundingly resonant invisible soundlessness.
Nothing he ever experienced held onto him,
stuck to his ribs, filled him to the brim of existence.
Nothing had ever given him life-giving sustenance.
Nothing had satisfied him in any way.
Every day he’d felt like there was nothing in the tank.
He could not believe, in his dream, that he had survived as long as he had.
And then the alarm went off,
and he thanked the powers that be for waking up again to a wonderful life,
wondered what would have caused him to dream such a terrible dream,
when he lived in a world where everyone loved and respected each other.
And then the alarm went off,
and he surprised himself by waking up alive one more time.
Lanning Lee 