I woke up from an afternoon sleep feeling somewhat differently than usual.
It felt like I was the only living person in the universe.
A mix of dread and loss of identity.
Like a law of physics or a mathematical pattern briefly becoming self-aware.
And after that I felt an outpouring of love welling from inside only for it to evaporate a brief moment later after it was hit by the realisation that it had no where to go to from here.
And now, while I am writing this post, I feel spent.