The thin line
I think there's a thin line between reality and the imagination. The past 24 hours I have been in almost a manic state. I started a 1000 piece puzzle, finished a third of it, then decided to tear it down. I finished an oil painting that I started almost 2 years ago. Then I started and finished another puzzle. Exhausted, I crept to my bed and laid down. I woke up an hour later and just laid there, petting my cat. All the while I kept thinking about a bunch of different things, and in that state, the state where you're awake but your mind still feels like it's sleeping, it felt like those things were real. Like they had actually happened to me. When I finally did become aware of my surroundings, it hurt that those things were all just my imagination. I wonder if this means I've finally gone mental. I need to get out more. Before I seriously do jump off the deep end. Most people already think I have.