There’s a weird corner of my mind. One that never seems to turn off fully. Even when I’m asleep, I hear her voice.
It’s not unpleasant, per se. It’s just… unnerving. It’s too real.
I don’t hear it with my ears. I hear it with my mind. Just like thoughts – except, clearer. And I have no control over it.
Clear, yes, but it isn’t… words. It’s sounds. Like a foreign language. I know it’s there, and it’s weird.
The interesting part: it used to shut off when I fell asleep. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s just that it happens during the day, so my brain emulates it at night, but when I hear it… I always wake up. But not in real life. In the dream. I start living my normal life, and then wake up again. This cycle continues for a while. I’m not sure if I’m writing this in the actual real world. I’m not sure the real world exists anymore.
(A/N: I tried to not make it chaotic. it was hard. chaos is good. no chaos is boring. anyways.)