Every night I find myself sleepwalking, unsure of the destination but constantly moving forward. When I close my eyes at night, I can feel my body floating below the waves of a calm pool. I am in control of my immediate surroundings, so I drown, avoiding the return to the surface. When I open my eyes at dawn, I can finally breathe, but the crisp air is filled with the toxicity of the world. All I can hope to find is that space in between my two realities, simultaneously submerged and surfacing. Time will tell, and there will be many restless nights before I can provide a home for myself, about that I feel absolution.