Trapped in the reality
“Wake up, Kanna. It’s pretty late!” my mom said.
I forced myself to open my eyes. It wasn’t usual for my mom to wake me up unless it’s really late. I checked the time. It was 12:35 PM.
“You are waking up quite late these days. What’s the matter?” mom asked.
I remembered previous nights, me laying on the bed, sleepless, for hours. Willing to be there in the dreamland, begging my brain to stop overthinking. The thoughts were irrelevant, just making me more anxious.
My heart was sinking in the void created by these numerous thoughts. At that moment, I just wanted to escape reality and to be somewhere peaceful.
Yesterday night, it was drizzling a bit. I opened the door, stepped into the balcony, allowing the fresh breeze to calm me down. The sky was a little gloomy. It made me wonder, how come something as colorless as water can make clouds this dark?
That wasn’t working. Maybe my mind was not ready for the beauty which nature offered. In an attempt of escaping reality, unknowingly, I was trapping myself more.
I tried once again, closed my eyes. Imagined where I wanted to be, there were still some thoughts popping up. This time I just observed them. Not interfering was the best decision. I watched them floating one by one. In the process, I fell asleep.
