Movement

Having the memory of waking up from a name
Who's calling me?
It's just me

The scent of lilacs,
lust fills my dreams.

A room
where am I?
It's dark.
Too dark for my liking.

I feel the movement of my limbs.
One arm, then the other.
One foot then the other.
It's moving on its own.

The feeling of the beat,
my heart follows.
You know what happens next.

Nothing.