Sometimes I wake up from being awake.
I’m walking around, and suddenly I wonder how I got to where I am.
As if I were dreaming through my own life, I saw everything I did. But I was passive, asleep.
Like driftwood, submerged, bobbing in the ocean. For brief moments I look up, see the stars, and realize I am being carried with the waves, towards the distant shore, beneath the wispy, sparkling sky.