Last night I dreamed a rather...peculiar dream. I was just standing in the middle of my livingroom (only except the livingroom was completely empty besides the tv), still, motionless, for what seemed like hours. After sometime of standing around a bottle appeared near my feet, I was a bottle of Ambien (powerful sleep drug my mom needs to use), and I just started...chugging. Pill after pill dropped down my throat, but the difference was that it tasted delicious, like I couldn't get enough of it, and it was during that moment that I realized...
...I am happy.
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