Waking.

This place isn’t mine,

This place is scary,

'''Where are my friends? Why don’t I remember my family?'''

Nothing looks familiar.

This place has no time,

This place is full of fairies,

'''Where is my friend? Will this ever end?'''

Why don’t I remember anything,

Wait, that looks familiar.

This place is made of chaos,

This place is made of memories,

Snapshots of my old life,

I remember these faces,

I remember some of these places,

I remember that sound,

And I remember that hound.

Years, months or perhaps minutes ago,

I was walking past a park,

There I met a hound called snow,

But I had to leave because it was getting dark.

The adventure continues,

I have no control,

This place is getting blury,

Full of monsters and trolls,

I hear a voice

'''“Kids! I made rolls!”'''

'''This place is mine. '''

This place is no longer scary

I know where my friends are,

I remember my family,

Everything looks familiar,

This is a dream, and I am in control.