PICTURESQUE POETICS

Sleeping in the mud is as fun as it looks. I feel like I've been hit by a truck, not to mention freezing and starving and filthy... and I'm fully dressed. I certainly didn't go to bed fully dressed.

 

I know my dreams have been weird lately, but nothing like this has happened before. I probably need to get myself to a hospital, but first I need to get myself home.

 

I don't recognize these surroundings, but it doesn't seem too dissimilar from the countryside near where I live. I can't have gone far, probably. If I look around I'm sure I'll find someone or some sign or other nearby to tell me where I am.

 

Having a plan helps, I can worry about what deteriorating mental state has put me out here once I'm home, first though, get up and get moving.