The Solemn Day

The last day I remember being awake was oppressive and dark. My mind was in one state. It was a prison of thoughts, with a running wheel to perpetuate the cycle of worry and a place to dump the waste in the corner. My days before that had been not unlike my last, dull and unsatisfying. With each hour saturated in passive energy, I could feel myself begin to slip into a slumber. My days began to stretch for shorter amounts of time, as my nightly slumber hours increased. These tricky slumbers could sometimes feel so lucid that my memories of dreams and reality streamed together in my consciousness. I closed my mind one solemn day. And for the last time I closed my eyes on one pivotal night, shutting out my old reality and waking up inside the vortex of my mind.

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