From out of the emptiness comes this overpowering sensation...like I am supposed to be doing something that I have forgotten about...something important....
My companion Morpheus has abandoned me, taking with him those treasured gifts of foggy-minded reprieves from life and its implied existential dilemas, rendering them suspended and unreachable, and I am forced, yet again, to live this emptiness in full awareness.
I gradually open my eyes from my peacefully numbed and distracted slumber, and, realizing that at least temporarily I have regained my ability to retain a coherent train of thought, I try to recollect where I had left off. Now...where was I?
Oh, yeah.
In an instance it all returns to me. There are so many things to do: go to work, do laundry, pay bills, cook dinner, feed the cat, save money, call my mother, do the dishes, blah blah blah, responsibilty, responsibility, responsibility....
...and the illusion...
I realize that I now need to generate some energy so I can reorder my thoughts and put my mental state into some form of organization. Morpheus has left me disoriented and drowsy, like the after effects of an afternoon nap. I need a metaphorical breakfast, if you will. I need my strength to figure out (perhaps remember) what I'm doing here and to reconstruct the illusion while I still have time...before dearest Morpheus returns.
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