To. From. Here. There. Everyday is exactly the same.
The day has not gotten less weird.
Trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes and come to terms with the day, I’m still seeing things. My vision is clearing. I got halfway to work before I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
Sleep helps.
I shut my eyes. Hoping the pills would help. I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was out. It feels like hours but I’m only two stops ahead on the train. Opening my eyes, I hope for the best. My head feels a little better.