I wake up exhausted like I haven’t even slept. Sluggish, depleted, my mind a cold crater left by a distant mysterious impact all of the alien gases and poisons long since leeched into my body turning my blood and bone into some mutant formula that would make a good backstory for a character in the Marvel Universe but renders me friendless and unemployable. And awake.

I can tell that I’m awake because my ceiling looks nothing like my dreams. | image @muzekunst