It is difficult to distinguish reality in a dream.
Last night I fell into a sub-zero chemical vat.
I fought my way to the side and pulled myself out
as the freezing death worked its way up my body.
Colleagues froze in fear, as the outcome was certain.
She cried, as I gasped for breath
each one shorter than the one before.
I watched his steadfastness and her tears knowing
they could not touch me or death would take them too.
I tried to tell them to tell someone that I loved her
but no words came as I counted my last moments.
I tried to hold on to my last breath, to this life I love.
I woke up frozen in night, unable to move or call for help,
certain that Death had entered my small room
to take me from this existence, this dream I had lived.