Today, I woke up disoriented. My dream was almost parallel with reality. I couldn't
tell if that was actually a dream, if I even slept, or what I was doing in my room
because the dream felt so real. There were people I see everyday, and I was
doing normal activities I would do any other day. Man, waking up to these are
perplexing. And it's only Wednesday.
Do you ever imagine yourself doing something somewhere else? Not exactly
day dreaming but just picturing yourself in a different location. I do this quiet often
when I'm driving to work. Dangerous, I know, but my commute is so repetitive
and engrained in me, I sometimes do not remember how I get there. Anyways, I'll
just nonchalantly imagine myself walking around the boroughs of New York, eating
a sandwich at a park, or sitting at a cafe on the streets of Paris, people watching,
letting the day pass by without a care in the world. I'll just picture myself anywhere
but here, walking and exploring. My appetite for travel has evidently gone
to my head.
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