Between Dream and Reality

I feel caught in slow motion.
My movements do not feel like my own.
Muscle memory guides me,
Each limb moving
Of its own accord.
Though I am perfectly awake,
My head still feels asleep.
My eyes are heavy,
As though part of me
Remains elsewhere.
I walk
With one foot in reality,
And the other in dream.
A traveller upon a narrow ridge
Between the realms.
To my left,
Dream.
To my right,
Reality.
And I,
Balanced between them,
Centred in limbo.