I thought I died last night...

I just wanted to sit for a minute, I always push myself to hard. I'd been sick for days now and I just needed to sit for a minute. Everything stopped. It was quiet. That was at 7 in the evening. My mind was groggy when I started to realize I was me again. Slowly I opened eye after eye questioning where I was. I could hear men talking muffled voices behind my closed eyelids, but when I opened my eyes I realized they were in my buildings hall way my door muffling them but their voices more dominant more understandable. Talking nonsense maybe drugies, or dealers, or that boy who isn't all there in his head but they were outside my door and I was startled but alive. I looked at the clock it was just about 11 at night.

I was pulled out of myself again by the sound of my alarm going off I thought it would say 6:30 in the morning but it said 8:30; and I was taken back. My dog was around my face and licking me, I guess she thought I was dead. But I couldn't recall ever moving myself to the bedroom. It took me what felt like ages to move but it was really just seconds until I moved my body that felt foreign to the shower spewing scalding hot water. I just wanted to feel like I was me. I slept for 14 and 1/2 hours, I just wanted to rest for a moment. I usually only sleep for an hour a day. Now I won't sleep for like three weeks. I thought I died last night, but I didn't I only felt dead; disconnected, dissociated, depersonalization. I only wish I had.