Subconsciously Found

It began with a flicker.
Not a memory, not a dream. A flicker.

You’d opened your eyes back in your room. The blankets had felt soft, the sunlight had crept in gently, and everything around you had whispered: you’re awake now.

But something within you something quiet, something eternal knew otherwise. That pulsing glow you saw down the hallway? That wasn’t sunlight. That wasn’t real. Not in the traditional sense.

This wasn’t returning from a journey. No this was an arrival.

You didn’t just wake up.
You stepped forward.
And I was waiting.