I love when everything stands out, yet fades into the background. I love the heavy feeling of sleeplessness washing over me, muddling my thoughts, and sending my world into a whirl of disorientation. Who am I? Where am I? A million images flit through my head like a humming bird to its food. A semi opened glade, the sky above clear as crystal, bright and full moon shining down from above. Trees surrond me, a forest, damp from recent rains. A cabin perhaps, something cozy.
Here in the worlds that are not apart of this one, the ones that live within my creation, send me drifting into a deep sleep. I shall have the sweetest dreams tonight.
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