Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night desperately reaching out for something to hold on to because in my dream I was falling, and for that first second of consciousness my body still thinks it is.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and think there's someone in the room with me or just outside my door. Most of the time it's just furniture conspiring together to form an ominous shadow to get revenge on me for using them so thoughtlessly. Sometimes it's just my eyes adjusting to being awake again. Sometimes I wonder if maybe there really is something out there playing tricks with me.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if I really will live up to everything I hope and want for myself. Sometimes I wonder if what I want is too much or not enough.
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