A hand clasps my own,
gently guiding me out of sleep and into consciousness.
In this space between day and night, there is a fog, a drunkenness, a peace.
This fog has embraced me throughout the night, its weight pinning me in place.
It is clarity. An addictive, meditative state It is beautiful. I want to remain there.
But I cannot. The fog dissipates, and the day before me takes shape.
My anxieties reveal themselves, no longer hidden by the haze.
In time, I know I will be guided back into the fog, into sleep once more.
For now, I must face the soberness of day.
This is so beautiful
I love this omg