to dust

I dreamt I was covered in papier mache
Head to toe
Thick, heavy, dark
It started off cold and wet
The intention was to freeze the moment
Make it last
As it dried it hardened on my skin
Tickling the nerve endings
Making it impossible to move the way my joints and muscles were meant to
But I started off small
Made some cracks
Kept going
And it turned to dust
I brushed myself off and walked away