It felt like I was floating, or sinking, or doing anything other than sleeping, because for the life of me, I couldn’t manage to fall asleep. It was as if I had fallen victim to a deep, dark abyss, but it was the black hole that was my thoughts, my imagination, and not the blanket of sleep. And strangely enough, despite the big difference in the two, despite the very difference in their reason for existing, both of them were equally difficult to get rid of—and bring along too.
I had no idea what time it was, no idea how long I had simply been laying here and hoping for something that didn’t seem like it was going to come. I had kept my eyes closed this entire time, hoping that it would somehow help, that it would somehow be able to make a difference—which was why I wasn’t able to see the
