My dreams are so breathtakenly surreal. Every morning, the struggle to fight the urge to wake up, resist opening my eyes, then battling the gravitational pull back into bed all day is exhausting.
As drained I may be, day by day life constantly falls into place. Puzzle pieces are flipped and turn until they create a beautiful image. I often wonder what my image will be. Do my anxieties and overactive empathy keep me from reaching my achievements?
