It is dark. Whenever I wake up when it is still black outside my window I feel empty. The black abyss sits restlessly outside my window. I stand erect and walk over to my window to close the curtains. I start to head down to the kitchen. The journey is dull and quiet, the floor is chilled, and the air is still. Something is wrong.

I have known this from the start, but I chose to ignore it. I continue on my path to the kitchen when my mind decides to play a game. The floor elongates, the walls stretch, and the ceiling climbs. Nothing hinders my determination to reach the realm of my kitchen. I do not stop walking, a window sprouts out of nowhere to my left. The window does not interest, not until it let sunlight into the dark hallway. I stop, I do not look at the light I just stare down the hallway lost in thought.