Muffled

I can barely hear my own thoughts. The static is so loud.

Where am I?

Surely I'm still in my room. Where else could I be?

I was just in my room a few minutes ago. Maybe I'm just about to fall asleep.

That's why my mind is all fuzzy.







I can't move. I must be falling asleep, that's the only logical answer.

There's something here now. The static is getting louder.

It has to be a dream. I'm fully conscious though. Lucid dreaming?

I don't know.

All I know is that I can barley hear my own thoughts over the static.

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