Dusty road.

I was sleeping, wasn't I?
I dislike it when I'm in a subconscious state of mind during the span of my sleep. It confuses me.
Reality versus surreality.

I was sleepy, wasn't I?
My inner me played the role of mother figure last night, coaxing me to fall asleep. She tried to chase away the nasty thoughts with great effort. All I can recall her whispering was, "Shhh, stop thinking so much and go to sleep."
I eventually managed to set my thoughts aside and slip into slumber.

To my dismay, that didn't last long. Those thoughts crept into my sleep from time to time, distorting my dreams, disrupting my state of mind. It was difficult.

I woke up frequently, and that's when everything hits me without mercy. She had to coax me back to sleep again. I'm afraid she will be exhausted very soon. Even at this very moment, she is trying her very best to shield me from the seemingly hurtful thoughts.


(Is it a curse?)