Hibernatus Interuptis

I always loathed waking up from a pleasant dream. As my consciousness struggles to rouse, I find myself consumed with rage. Not because the dream is over, but because the warmth and security I felt has no place in this world. Then I'd remember to love my life, and allow the anger to recede. Only this time was different. This time,I awoke having lost all semblance of a life. I slept away the last ten years, leaving my body to fall prey to entropy as my mind to retreated to the warmth of dreams. This vitriol won't subside.