I swung my feet over the side of the bed, doing my best not to recoil as the cold air touched me, to resist the not-so-sudden desire to get back under the blankets and go right back to sleep—if I could even call what I had been doing sleep. I felt like I had been mummified, like I needed to be put in a tomb and left alone for a thousand years, all so that I would be able to catch up and recuperate from the sleeping session that I had just had, all so that I would be able to forget and move past all of the dreams that I had been having.
I call them dreams, but in all honesty, it felt like I had been teleported into someone else’s life, like I had actually lived through their eyes. But I had known that it was a dream, dream after dream, after dream, because they didn’t last long. It was li
