When I woke up one time, I wondered into the bedrooms to browse twitter.
Yet here I am staring, I get up. Motor clumsiness dropping the phone.
I walk through the beds, the horizon line seems to drag on forever.
Step by step, it does not end. It keeps going on and on, into infinity. Time here feels meaningless as it goes into exhaustion. Then I collapse into the bed.
The bed ain't there any more, it's gone, I fall.
Fall
Fall
