I come home and kick off my shoes. I shrug out of my jacket. My vision goes blackish gray for the third time today. I wait to try to feel my way through it and slowly light comes back and shapes come back into crisp focus. I shack my head to clear the last of the fog. those are happening too much recently. hmm, whatever. I pill my socks off and walk over to my mattress and collapse into it. I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling above me. I lay there just breathing. Energy is just none existent. it feels as if it takes all I have left to just keep my eyes open I feel nothing. just tired. the world feels so incredibly small while being inconceivably big. vast but tight all the same. I feel bars over the windows but I hold the key to the door. wishing to leave it all behind but too scared to see where I end up. I pull my hair even as I lay there in bed paralyzed dreaming of adventures and lands far from where I am. reality slips and again my vision darkens. I wait. breathing not moving I'm tired. I see floating islands. boats releasing steam into the air while they sail the floating islands. light starts to bleed over the images. the smile I felt on my lips fades as the ceiling slowly emerges. I curse that had been a good one. so clear and vivid that I felt as if I could feel the wind on my face. this time I close my eyes and breathe out. I'm soo tired fantasy sounds good why not. no energy to pick up my books and my phone is still in my jacket pocket by the door. I've laid in bed for hours now and I can't move. my body feels a bit colder. when was the last time I took a breath? I can't recall. my vision starts fading again. a smile forms once more as the vision comes back into view, on my cracked lips. I feel excited. I think it's been so long since I felt that. the wind is back and I can hear sirens. No bird cries that it birds flying above head. into a large blue sky island as far as the eye can see. floating above a large mountain range. large columns of clouds dot the sky. I hear pounding at the door. Door? no that's the pounding of horses' hooves behind me. I stand at the top of a cliff with the mountains to my right with the floating islands. to the left is a vast ocean with crashing waves. in between them. is a city easily bigger than any I've ever seen, and voices from outside my apartment. first muffled but with a loud bang there suddenly much louder. No those are the voices of the caravan I've been riding with yelling for me to come back it's time to set off. adventure is calling. I take a deep breath. I feel something give as I step forward and this word snaps in place I feel something fall away. I shake my head. to clear the shock from my system as I rub my chest.

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