Sometimes, I wake up through a fog of confusion and - despite wishing I'd slept longer, I don't mind being awake. When I dream too much about things that seemed intangible, it makes waking out of a sleep feel a little more like walking through a revolving door. I know I could get back inside, but it would take a lot of effort... and the payoff probably isn't nearly as worth it as I had dreamt it could be. When I hear sirens, I feel instantly guilty. I know it's illogical, because sirens in the distance can't possibly be mapped back to something I had done to contribute negatively. I still can't help but feel a little guilty, and hope for the best.
     And maybe, one day, when the sirens ring out in my name, someone will hear and wonder, just as I had wondered... and we may be otherwise silently connected through this.

I just hope for the best, until then.
when I wake up, or lay down for sleep. Or when the phone rings with a number unknown. Or when someone taps on the door when I wasn't expecting them too. And more often then not, I'm too afraid to answer. So I'll tiptoe upstairs and peak out the window... and the moments the creep by as I crawl upwards for the test; I just hope for the best.