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Waking up on an island devoid of all reality wasn't the worst way to start the day.
Wait. Waking up? Yes. Waking up, definitely just waking up, got that classic slightly groggy and sticky eyed feel.
Hold up. Devoid of all reality? Okay, well, it's not a dream, but it's devoid of all reality regardless.
Uh. Island... of what? On what? Actually, no, don't think about it too hard, things being devoid of all reality don't stand up to scrutiny.
Definitely could be worse. Though things can always be worse.
Oh! Start the day? Yes, it's the start of the day. Some might call it morning, but it's the start of the day for sure.
The day gets slightly worse as a headache creeps in. God dammit.
Memories are useful, yes? Maybe? Yes. Prbabably? Don't know. Regardless it never (always) hurts to try but the old noggin already hurts so what's the harm (all the harm. All of it.)?
Last memory. Foggy (like you). Like the fog of unreality around this place (like me). Is this place memories (mine or yours or both)? Or is the memories this place (is there a distinction)? Or is this just a pretentious coincidence (really, it's always pretentious.)? Or is there a connection that isn't that deep or meaningful but makes sense in context (go for this one I feel)?
Is there anything out there (me)? Anything in here (you)? The answer isn't important (yes it is), but it would be nice to know (that's what makes it important, dummy!).
Head hurts more (drink water!). Time flows like molasses (what?), people think it's slow but it can be fucking fast and it's relentless (that was a thing that happened, yes).
Where is this place (the island devoid of all reality)? Is this home (yes it is (not))? Is this a place where one is lost (yes it is (not) wait why is that happening (why is what happening))?
Breathe. (yes! (no!) get out! (no!) what? (Hah!) how? (not telling.) grrr...)
Breathe. (it's getting pretentious. (you say it's always pretentious.) exactly.)
Breathe ((rule of three!) oh god why (it's fun!) it's devolving into incoherence! (going back to the unreality it came from.) poetic...)
Eventually (inevitably (always)), everything (is about to) falls apart. The island devoid of all reality is no more (aw (I liked that place) so did I). The headache is still there though. It's devoid of all unreality, and thus, very, very, real.
Waking up in a room (not an island?) devoid of all reality (oh (here we go agaih...)) wasn't the worst way to start the day (but it's a bit of a frustrating way to continue one (fuck.)).
(No. Not like this. (it's going to loop otherwise, isn't it.) exactly. (what do we do?) we have to change things. (how?) like this!)
The headache gets worse. (because of me. (that's.. Brutral.))
Things spin move around hurt. (you need water. Your brain hurts you need water. Focus goddammit. (self hate much))
Spin water room bed wake floor mattress yellow blue bright window carpet sun ground duvet light. (wake the fuck up already (wait this was all a dream) always has been, and always will be. (what) you'll see)
Waking up in a room devoid of all unreality wasn't the worst way to start the day. But given the headache, there would almost certainly be better.
(It's done. (is this still truly real?) I don't know. (what?) it's all as real as the sunglasses on our face. (that makes no sense.) exactly. It all makes sense in context. (and reality is similarly context dependent?) yeah, of course. Lies, half-truths, stories, ledgends, documentaries, trying to make sense of it. (...) I have a headache. (so do I))
Better get some water. The headache won't cure itself.