Date: 14 June 2012
Tagged as: why me. only I would wake up SO early. on break. what am I doing. I don't know anymore. I'm a weird writer. yeah. if the sun was my protection. I'm dead. 5 am in the morning. is really early for me you see. like why.
I’m awake.
What is that annoying bright light I see?
Oh, right, it’s the sun breaking through the single missing blind in my curtains.
Why am I missing one?
Why didn’t maint just send a new one?
No matter.
Why am I awake?
I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep?
I can’t function, really.
So, something is functioning for me.
My body sinks into my blanket as I wrap around into my warm cocoon.
Sweet Nancy, this is soft.
Now, the question still rests.
Why was I awake so early, and why could I not control anything I did?
It wasn’t like I did it all by myself.
How was I able to climb onto my chair to realize that my closet light wasn’t on?
Why did I think it was the closet light when I clearly saw that the blinding sun was seeping through my window?
It like I was watching from the background, dreaming.
Except, it wasn’t a dream.
So, what if this was a sign of something lurking around my room?
