sweat on my face. sweat on my pillow. i hear it, slowly getting quieter, but today, it was louder than ever before.

my name is being called. i can’t identify who it is, i can’t identify if it’s male or female, it’s just…_ a voice_.

i go through my day, still wondering, like i have been for over a year now, who that voice belongs to.

it hits me like a brick on the head. it’s my voice. i’m calling myself in my sleep. only… i’m doing it because … because i can’t be doing anything else.

if this doesn’t make sense i’m not surprised it 1:35 AM right now