Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think, a lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from "what am I doing with my life?" to "did I have homework?" The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up thing I would rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.

It seems as though when I wake up, I feel rested. However my dreams come true. Some way, somehow. That active second before I fall asleep makes me feel like I can do anything in my dreams.