I don’t want to wake up. The feeling of reality pulling me from the sheets of delusions and helpless memories that have never existed makes me so angry that I push and shove and hit and push again. When the hands of reality bring me back I realize that I am not pushing,shoving and hitting air. I am pushing,shoving and hitting someone. Someone who does not enjoy the thought of delusions and constantly snaps others out of it, I stare at them and wonder,

— how could you not want to sleep forever?