Those moments where I’m lingering between a state of unconsciousness, and consciousness surprises me. The soft murmur of the wind outside, the crackling of the old rusty heater, and the beeping of the smoke detector lure me to rustle about and awake to see what’s going on. But the unconscious state of mind seems to be more alluring than I could possibly ever imagine. To be numb of every emotion, movement and thought is exciting. To know that I could drift off into the land of unknown for hours and be rid of every worry fascinates me. But that moment, where I’m lingering between the two, astounds me to no extent. Knowing I could pick either or and have it overpower my mind; just knowing that I have the choice to be either alert and on my toes, or simply mesmerized for hours on end with no thoughts and sleep captivating me, seems the most beautiful of all.










