Sleeping Cruelty
It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.
- Joseph Conrad
ANA
This new world feels soft. It’s the only thought I’m capable of having.
I have the distinct sensation that I’m floating, and in a dream that feels more real than fake, I fly on a cloud that takes me away from SX club. The cloud is white and silky—fluffy.
I don’t fight my body as it relaxes into the mushy mass, and with a twist of my body, the cloud turns on me and starts to smother me, shrouding my face. I slam a hand into the surface of the cottony heap, and it gives way, deflating with a loud puff! as I shove it away from my body.
Another turn, and I’m on my back… but instead of a cloud, I’m on a bed. A white, cotton-covered bed. The color of the pristine chalky sheets and pillowca
