Reality?

"Reality, what on earth is that?".

His feet seemed to beat a wild rhythm as he paced up and down, an almost primeval stomp but, this could still not match the pounding in his head.

His eyelids flickered, as if to reveal his uncertainty. Always, the feeling that he was being controlled, swayed by some unseen force, overruled his desire to share; this 'other' held him tight, bound for ever to his own solitary dis-ease. Already, forgetfullness held court ...