December 19, 2020
Early mornings are always sober for me. Something shoots through my brain while I am half asleep, something that Iím normally not allowed to see. Perhaps I am still too deep in the sleep to filter it out. Perhaps it is my brain de-sensitizing me to the truth. But it is a jagged thing. It is jagged enough that it rips me from my sleep and dumps me to the floor fighting for my breath. But then it is gone. I wake up, and it is gone. I stand there, wide awake with no desire to go back to sleep.