Some believe that when we fall asleep, our spirit wanders.
We perceive it as dreams. Some people remember them. Some don't.
Some dreams make sense. Some are just garbled content.
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In her case, she always fell. Always.
Every night, just as soon as she crossed into the land of sleep, there came the sudden tug, the feeling of falling. Sometimes, she was falling down a hill. Others, it was as simple as stepping off the pavement - and not finding the ground.
She sat up in bed, feeling thick beads of sweat rolling down her back, down her forehead, slowly - unlike her breathing, which was shallow, and fast.
She reached to the glass of water on her bedside table, her hand shaking as she did it.
She should have been used to it, by now. But she wasn't.
Slowly, she slid under the sheets again, knowing that now sleep would come peacefully.
Wondering what she would find on the other side.
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We perceive it as dreams. Some people remember them. Some don't.
Some dreams make sense. Some are just garbled content.
****************
In her case, she always fell. Always.
Every night, just as soon as she crossed into the land of sleep, there came the sudden tug, the feeling of falling. Sometimes, she was falling down a hill. Others, it was as simple as stepping off the pavement - and not finding the ground.
She sat up in bed, feeling thick beads of sweat rolling down her back, down her forehead, slowly - unlike her breathing, which was shallow, and fast.
She reached to the glass of water on her bedside table, her hand shaking as she did it.
She should have been used to it, by now. But she wasn't.
Slowly, she slid under the sheets again, knowing that now sleep would come peacefully.
Wondering what she would find on the other side.
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