Everytime I opened my eyes the view was the same, I was still in the dream and each time I felt more exhausted, as if being here was draining me. I felt loss until one day I opened my eyes to white ceilings.
I stared at them and I saw someone move around me. It was like a ghost moving through the walls and furniture, I followed the movement, for the first time i had control. It moved around me continuously, never stopping, moving closer to me. I didn't feel scared, I felt nothing towards it, closer, and at hair’s width, it stopped and vanished. I didn't know what it was, I barely even cared, but the moment of control that I had gave me a small glimmer of hope. Maybe.
They rest of the day continued as it always did, and by the end of it I was drained, as if I was already merging with the
