fallen1carus

Im having trouble waking up. Each time I put my feet down on the ground, and I walk to the living room, and I look out the window. And then I realize that Im not up at all. Im still in bed, somewhere between waking and sleeping, and Ive imagined the whole thing. Over and over.

Then I wake up. Im having trouble moving. Im so heavy. I manage, barely, to step off the bed into my messy room. I must be up, because this looks just like my floor. I wander through the hallway, gripping the walls with my hands and using them to push me along. Its almost as if a wind is always pushing against me, keeping me from advancing. Over and over.

Then I wake up. I walk into the living room and say to my roommate, Do you ever have trouble moving in dreams? It feels like Ive suddenly become very heavy and I can never go as fast as I want to.

Then I wake up. I go to the living room and say to my roommate, The only reason I think I can get myself up is looking at the ocean every day. I look out the window and watch the waves roll in across the street.

Then I wake up. I go into the living room and look out the window at the houses across the street. I frown and say to my roommate, Why dont we live near the ocean?

Then I wake up.