Hypnopompic

The hands of animals are reaching out for me.
Grabbing claws attached to ice cold grins
They keep their distance though ever reaching
Trapped
My tiny circle leaves me spinning
Bloodied hands remind of what happens if I leave the circle
So I spin
Making blurry that which is right in front of me
The background blends into a bright mix of today and tomorrow
Spinning dizzy
I don't leave the circle
I can't
My blurred view becomes my reality
The voices that touch me come and go
I choose the words I hear and create their definitions
Everything else is sent spinning above and around me
Even my own hands seem distant and alien
Fade the light in my eyes
The sounds in my ear
Fade thoughts