Caught Between Spaces
There is that moment, that one perfect, beautiful moment, when your mind is trapped between sleep and waking. Your body is heavy in slumber, yet light; free from the stresses that tighten the muscles across your shoulders and up your neck.
Your mind floats free, the lingering traces of your last forgotten dream drifting away like the last remnants of fine music through the ether. You are at peace, content, happy.
Then subconscious gives way to consciousness and reality forces its way into your mind, brutalising your thoughts.
And they are still missing. Still dead. And it’s still your fault.
Your mind floats free, the lingering traces of your last forgotten dream drifting away like the last remnants of fine music through the ether. You are at peace, content, happy.
Then subconscious gives way to consciousness and reality forces its way into your mind, brutalising your thoughts.
And they are still missing. Still dead. And it’s still your fault.