Insulin shock...

Reality is a blur. Swimming in a conscious self consciousness at the edge of permanent sleep. Waking to dreams of reality with the sweat of a warning body. Running through motions of survival mixed with a sense of thrill. Enjoying a weightlessness step finding the kitchen is an adventure. Stumbling down soft cliffs and through spinning corridors to the one cure for this blur. Finding the unnatural nightly sun and turning off the blindness of sleep the quest for food begins. Making the decision of what to eat causes a lifetime of thought ending in desperation of random choice. Choices come an go but this one doesn't come fast enough. Slumping over into a pandemonium of shakes as if a freight train was coursing my veins. Still figuring if i was in a waking trance sleep overcomes quickly. It is a sleep devoid of distractions and alarms. Never ending the sleep will continue until fate decides its waking moment.