A World Asleep

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My alarm sounded. I walked into the bedroom and shut it off. I had been awake for hours. My nights had become schizophrenic comas. Something between a lucid dream and false awakening. I couldn’t tell the difference. It was little better than the insomnia I was self-medicating. Dreams were jump-cut nightmares. Psycho cut-and-paste. Recurring themes. Being chased in darkness. Vertigo. Falling. I … More…