Lost in the in-between

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the places our minds go when we’re not fully awake.

That hazy space between sleep and consciousness. Between clarity and confusion. Between holding on and letting go.

Where reality feels soft around the edges. Where fears and fantasies blur together. Where time bends and nothing feels fixed.

Dreaming isn’t just something we do at night. It’s a way we live. A way we hope. A way we escape. Sometimes it’s a safe place. Sometimes it’s a trap. Sometimes it shows us something we didn’t want to see.