I awake as from a dream
Others stand around me.
I hold a small pot in my hands. It contains a tiny seedling reaching upward out of rich black soil.
“Why are you holding the small pot with the tiny seedling?”
I don't know. I have just awakened.
“What are you going to do with it?”
I will feed and water it. Otherwise, it will die.
“If you fall asleep again, will it wither and die?”
I must not fall asleep again - at least not for long.
“If you awaken again soon, why are you worried?”
If I sleep too long and awaken, the seedling will be dead. I do not have the power to bring it back to life.
“What will you do then?”
I will fall asleep again.
“When will you next awaken?”
I will never again awaken.