[ WP ] `` It 's not that I ca n't sleep . I just ca n't dream anymore . ''

I used to have these vivid dreams on the nights that I actually slept. They seemed so real back then, like a touch of hope amongst rampant insomnia. After a good night ’ s rest anything seemed possible. I had so many possibilities ahead of me. I remember waking up and feeling so happy to have to have as many doors open to me as I did. I worked hard to put those opportunities in front of me. I loved the feeling of pride in myself that I had gone through so much work to put them all there, standing in a great big circle. Standing so far away, right in the middle of them my eyes ate up every inch of distance between myself and circle of doors without humility. 
 
 
 
 I didn ’ t sleep much though and the doors seemed to open and close over time, and that frightened me. I would lay awake in the night wondering and thinking but desperate to shut my mind off. I couldn ’ t help it though. It was hard to tell if a door would be open by the time I reached it. Or, if the door was open, would I still like the one I was choosing when I ’ d gotten a closer look? Why my mind picks the middle of the night to choose my fate I can never fully understand. 
 
 
 I chose one in the end. It was a good one... I guess. I ’ m not as happy as I thought I would be considering I ’ m more rested than I ’ ve been in years. It ’ s not that I can ’ t sleep. I just can ’ t dream anymore. 

