Insomniac Viewpoint

Some nights I can’t sleep until midnight or later and the last things I remember can be blurred together. One minute I’m rummaging through a dumpster with friends from college, the next second there is standing water inside my house and a gushing sound. Is it real? Was it a dream? I don’t know, but if you say something to me in those early hours while I’m separating those two worlds, please excuse my spaced out stare. I’m just trying to piece things together and fake it ’til I make it.