These dreams keep me awake. So real that I swear I can taste and feel these images of fiction written by mind. Waking up in panic and a pool of my sweat right before the climax, my way of escaping or running away. No matter how fast I run they still get me. Waking up doesn’t get rid of the horrible dream it’s just me simply closing one book and grabbing a new one off the shelf. A new read for my twisted slumber.
These fictional stories from my mind are no stranger. During the day my brain swims in a constant stream of thoughts. For every thought, there is roughly a million other scenarios just for that one thought. A day can be full of worry and exhaustion. My brain is a hamster on a wheel, who doesn’t rest until it’s time to sleep. The only difference is my worries, my constant thoughts, have found away into my slumber. And now my mind is a machine, always on full blast. It’s exhausting, it’s scary, it’s unnerving, and it’s something I’m just going to have to learn to live with.