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The floods in my nightmares inch closer to the (TWL) of my daydreaming. If I asked Dr. Google correctly, it may be a maladaptive response to my anxiety. To flood in the night is one thing.
To flood in the daytime, while sitting upright and wide awake (but not) is another.
Dr. Google wants to tell me it is overwhelm, the body in flight mode. However, there are hours when my head peeks above the epipelagic zone, and everything makes sense—pain, joy, and reverence for the daydreaming itself.
How good it must be to have an imagination that can paint scenes so vividly that minutes, even an hour, seem to pass by?
A while ago, when I was explaining how I felt during sex one day to the guy I was seeing …
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