stepping into the shower

each morning i awake first, i wonder if my reality is not illusion

i wait to receive signal that others have awoken, this morning, into the same world as i

have i been

torn from the meniscus of life, 

exposed to a new form of stillness?

i loosen my listening ear

to see if i can perceive a sensory input

to compliment the 

sounds of the wind

and the innocent creaks of the floorboards below me.