Surreal

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Your half awake arm reached over to your nightstand to find your dream journal

As your fingers weakly grip the leather bound book, you sat up straight with your back against the headboard

Your other hand went and brushes aside a stray piece of hair from your face, then rubbing your temple slightly to ease the abnormally light feeling

You blink a couple of times, trying to read whatever was written as yesterday's log

The words were jumbled but somehow you can make sense of it by sounding it out

After reciting last night's dream for the third time, you now just registered the hoarseness of your own voice

You turn your head and look around for a glass of water, you usually have one on the ready on the night stand

Guess you must've forgotten to put it there last night

You shrug your elbows a couple of times, your fingers clutching the edge of the bed as your bare feet touches the cold marble floor

Although when you take a step to stand up, you fail to register your own body weight and the light headedness feels way worse

Every steps your feet are making seems foreign and out of control