Transition

The transition from vacation to reality is like waking up in the middle of a prize fight. Birds are tweeting, I'm floating above a field of daffodils, enjoying a sequined stream, then I shake my head. A sharp pain enters and with a blink I remember I'm in the middle of a fight. My opponent is bouncing on his toes, fists raised, "Get up! Get up!" he shouts. I want to close my eyes and go back to the daffodils, but I can't, I have to stand up and continue the fight.