Maybe Tomorrow Night

Every emotion is free, and all encompassing. When I awaken, I feel restless. Rather than restful. I toss the blankets aside. As if they are constricting me. It’s morning. And I’m questioning if I actually slept last night. Or if I just assumed I did… Either way, I think I was dreaming somehow. I must have been. What had just made sense in my head- Is now uncertain and starting to scatter. Well, there will always be the next night. Until then, I’ll just stumble through the day. Feeling fuzzy. Feeling like the universe is caving in. It’s night. And I’m questioning if I was actually awake today…