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.
