Literal Schizophrenia: Ignorance is Bliss

He wakes in the familiar bed
To the world he has never known
He picks his greens himself
From the plants he has never grown
He stamps all the envelopes
For letters he would never send
He blows to cool his tea
Though she says it's just pretend
He tells the girl he loves her
But she doesn't know his name
He ruffles all her hair
Without a sense of shame
He reminds old friends of pastimes
Retelling stories they've never heard
But then I stop mid-sentence--

I've been living in my words,
Always talking in the third.