He stood under a blanket of starlight—

Raising a hand to a patch of shadows beyond the galaxy he asked

“Am I Orion?” But no friendly ears were there to answer.

“How could you ask that?” A woman dressed as fate and presented as truth said.

The man realized he wasn’t alone. That instead of a lost moor on a quiet night— he stood in a bustling city, getting in the way of agitated commuters. He slipped into the crowd— remembering an eight o’clock meeting his company had. He needed to check his sleep medicine again. The insomnia started creeping through like weeds through forgotten concrete. Whatever truth had been there— time had stolen it from him.

***

“You warned me a long time ago to not answer any questions you had about this.”

“A long time ago? We’ve only been working together for a year.”

“It’s worse than I thought. No worries though. You left me good instructions about what to do. Just let me sort this all out,” the woman said extending a hand towards the man. “We’ll find you sweet dreams again.“