Sleeping
Do you ever think about how weird sleeping is?
You close your eyes, shroud yourself in darkness, and just . . . leave. You're not dead, and you know it, but you're absent. You're unfeeling and a slave to random, weird dreams. When you wake up, it feels like only minutes have passed, only in reality, long hours have gone by. You were there, but you weren't there. Not really. Your spirit just left, and your body remained.
Anyone else creeped out?
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