I couldn't hold my eyes open last night. I had been feeling like I couldn't sleep for a few days. I had an anxiety attack a few days ago in the morning. I had one before bed also. I had a cup of coffee the other day and I wondered why I was drinking it. I felt wired. Last night, sleep wanted me and I let it take me. I couldn't protest.
I was at a party. There were lots of tables and chairs set up for dinner. People were conversing. Notably, it was warm and bright. I began talking with someone who didn't speak my language. It was a second language and I knew a few words of his native tongue. A co-worker or two whispered to each other they were surprised we understood each other. He wasn't much of a talker and most people couldn't get him to open up. At the end of the night, he was too drunk to go home. I couldn't find his address in his wallet so I took him home and tucked him into my bed. I left medicine, water, and a note explaining the situation. He wore glasses and I was concerned he would be very freaked out the next morning not knowing where he was and unable to see. I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was watching me. He was speaking with his mother. Unclear if there was a phone or not. She wanted to talk to me and she asked me how I took care of him and I told her. She asked about my kids. How old were they? What are their names? What did I love about them? I told her about Max's eyes. I told her they were big and innocent. I noted the color was different. She asked about Luna's eyes and I told her the same but also not at all. Her eyes were small but detailed and delicate. Different color, wise and solid. I could sense that she wanted to meet me but she was unable to. She wasn't anxious or mad about it, just sort of nonchalance. Or accepting?
I was on my way to a concert. I was with a friend and we met up with four other people. I spoke with one of them and asked questions that he seemed to be stunned by. I asked what his profession was, to make conversation, and he seemed to hesitate. He was unsure of how to put it and laughed trying to simplify it. He said my job and I laughed and asked if he was joking. He said he was kidding, he wanted to say something that didn't sound too bad considering his status but something that wasn't really close to his title, in case I was intimidated. He got pulled away to talk to other people. I talked with his friend and we laid on the floor. I put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. He told me that his friend's job was very important and he was very good at it. I was impressed, I already knew he was more than he said. I felt comforted and fell asleep in his arms.
I was on a couch. A friend was laying on a couch opposite of me, watching TV. There was another person there and they chatted. They were joking around and ragging on each other. I felt comfortable. I was wearing all white, a white shirt, and white boy short underwear. It was summer and late at night. I fell asleep laying on my belly and feeling drunk on the comfort of friendship on the scratchy couch. I woke up to Luna asking me to take her to the bathroom. She was having fun with a boy named Dylan. Dylan picked me up and carried me to the living room while I was laughing and impressed with how strong he was for a small child. His mom said he was ten years old. She was sitting next to a man who looked just like her. They smiled at each other as I was sitting on the floor in front of them on carpet. He offered me a weird cereal pastry breakfast item and I thanked him and took a bite. My cousin was infront of him on the carpet and he talked to me as if he was always there. I heard Max and Luna behind me and I turned around. You said, 'Hey," Like you had been there always. You looked into my eyes deeply until I said, "hey," back. Your eyes looked like mine. You were sitting down with your knees raised, a playstation controller in your hand. Max and Luna were climbing on you and you pulled the controller away to get more cord. You continued playing. All three of you were wearing a white shirt and khaki pants. I thought it was peculiar but also, not at all. The TV was glowing a blue/violet light.
I blinked and I was walking. I had just dropped off the kids at their day care. I was walking to a yoga class and worried about the time. I wanted to be sure that I would make it back in time to pick them up from school. I texted their dad and made sure everything was okay with the kids. It was wet outside and dreary. I felt as though it was spring, a chill in the air but it wasn't cold. I was annoyed and frustrated and started to text furiously. I stopped myself, took a deep breath and deleted it all. I put my phone away and looked at the sun fading. The cold was lifting, even though the nighttime was approaching. I found myself inside of a building about to climb up stairs and I could see people were blocking the way.
My alarm went off and I had a tension headache. I took medicine and went back to bed.
I was at a party. There were lots of tables and chairs set up for dinner. People were conversing. Notably, it was warm and bright. I began talking with someone who didn't speak my language. It was a second language and I knew a few words of his native tongue. A co-worker or two whispered to each other they were surprised we understood each other. He wasn't much of a talker and most people couldn't get him to open up. At the end of the night, he was too drunk to go home. I couldn't find his address in his wallet so I took him home and tucked him into my bed. I left medicine, water, and a note explaining the situation. He wore glasses and I was concerned he would be very freaked out the next morning not knowing where he was and unable to see. I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was watching me. He was speaking with his mother. Unclear if there was a phone or not. She wanted to talk to me and she asked me how I took care of him and I told her. She asked about my kids. How old were they? What are their names? What did I love about them? I told her about Max's eyes. I told her they were big and innocent. I noted the color was different. She asked about Luna's eyes and I told her the same but also not at all. Her eyes were small but detailed and delicate. Different color, wise and solid. I could sense that she wanted to meet me but she was unable to. She wasn't anxious or mad about it, just sort of nonchalance. Or accepting?
I was on my way to a concert. I was with a friend and we met up with four other people. I spoke with one of them and asked questions that he seemed to be stunned by. I asked what his profession was, to make conversation, and he seemed to hesitate. He was unsure of how to put it and laughed trying to simplify it. He said my job and I laughed and asked if he was joking. He said he was kidding, he wanted to say something that didn't sound too bad considering his status but something that wasn't really close to his title, in case I was intimidated. He got pulled away to talk to other people. I talked with his friend and we laid on the floor. I put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. He told me that his friend's job was very important and he was very good at it. I was impressed, I already knew he was more than he said. I felt comforted and fell asleep in his arms.
I was on a couch. A friend was laying on a couch opposite of me, watching TV. There was another person there and they chatted. They were joking around and ragging on each other. I felt comfortable. I was wearing all white, a white shirt, and white boy short underwear. It was summer and late at night. I fell asleep laying on my belly and feeling drunk on the comfort of friendship on the scratchy couch. I woke up to Luna asking me to take her to the bathroom. She was having fun with a boy named Dylan. Dylan picked me up and carried me to the living room while I was laughing and impressed with how strong he was for a small child. His mom said he was ten years old. She was sitting next to a man who looked just like her. They smiled at each other as I was sitting on the floor in front of them on carpet. He offered me a weird cereal pastry breakfast item and I thanked him and took a bite. My cousin was infront of him on the carpet and he talked to me as if he was always there. I heard Max and Luna behind me and I turned around. You said, 'Hey," Like you had been there always. You looked into my eyes deeply until I said, "hey," back. Your eyes looked like mine. You were sitting down with your knees raised, a playstation controller in your hand. Max and Luna were climbing on you and you pulled the controller away to get more cord. You continued playing. All three of you were wearing a white shirt and khaki pants. I thought it was peculiar but also, not at all. The TV was glowing a blue/violet light.
I blinked and I was walking. I had just dropped off the kids at their day care. I was walking to a yoga class and worried about the time. I wanted to be sure that I would make it back in time to pick them up from school. I texted their dad and made sure everything was okay with the kids. It was wet outside and dreary. I felt as though it was spring, a chill in the air but it wasn't cold. I was annoyed and frustrated and started to text furiously. I stopped myself, took a deep breath and deleted it all. I put my phone away and looked at the sun fading. The cold was lifting, even though the nighttime was approaching. I found myself inside of a building about to climb up stairs and I could see people were blocking the way.
My alarm went off and I had a tension headache. I took medicine and went back to bed.
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