Isn't it crazy how when you have a semi good dream, then you wake up, you want to go back to bed to finish it. But you can't.
But when you have a bad one. You wake up. And you don't want to finish it. But you feel so tired the night lulls you in and you do anyway.
I just had a nightmare. In the middle of my nap. In the afternoon. With the light. Should've known a clean night means a day filled with terror.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of Thoughts
PoesíaThis is my second poetry book started on February 9, 2017. Ended April 29, 2017. Who knows what's in store.