The wreckage and the prize, behind your eyes.
I woke up this morning with the cord from my headphones wrapped around my neck.
I was right, I did wake up with a nightmare, but I was at the Grand Canyon, not in another bed. I was taking pictures of planes flying over, and of the walls of colors. I'm afraid of heights, and the end was like a movie, where I saw the picture the planes had taken of me on this ledge.
I think I had managed to wrap the cord around twice during my twisting and turning. I usually have enough thought to turn everything off and throw my headphones by the bed before I actually fall asleep.
I'm going to risk strangulation so I can hear someone tell me they love me while I dream.