Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Seventeen

I'm pretty sure there was a time when nights seemed real, and if I woke in one I always knew where I was and would calmly return to sleep confident that things would still be the same next time I woke. Now I wonder if my life hasn't been a brief dream I'm quickly forgetting, whoever I am, and that I need to figure out why I'm even conscious before everything, whatever that is, goes kablooey. Whatever kablooey is. Thank goodness it is usually a need to pee that wakes me, and as soon as I realize that, and that there is a room nearby with a toilet in it, and I can go there, then reality begins to dribble back into my consciousness. Like God is pissing into my mind. Then I think, Oh right, that's what it's about. So I go piss, and get back into bed, and calmly return to sleep confident that someday I won't have to wake up again. I just wish I didn't have this nagging feeling that there was a time when nights seemed real.


( Sunday Verse )