I lay atop my bed, back as flat as a board, outstretched arms lying above my head, legs bent ninety degrees at the knee hanging off the edge. I’m not asleep, but I’m not entirely conscious; or I’m too conscious. I can’t tell the difference between the two.
I’m stuck in limbo between two worlds.
A million and one thoughts run through my head as I struggle to comprehend any of them. The idea of acting upon even a single one frightens me to the point in which I continue doing nothing. Ten, fifteen, then forty-five minutes pass with only minuscule movements indicating to any outsider that I’m not dead.
To most, myself included, it would appear I’m wasting time. I’m not being productive. I’m not heading in the direction of my goals. I’ve read it and heard it thousands of times, “Don’t waste a minute of this precious life.”[Click Here to Enjoy more of this Journey]