@Julsijuls 3 December 2022 more from that month

Lost, but maybe not. A prose by Julsijuls One moment, the darkness of my room surrounds me from head to toe. Another moment, there's a blanket covering me from cold wind. I don't remember ever going here, to the hills behind our village where I always dreamed to be. I don't sleep walk, nor did I have too much alcohol to drunkenly go here. All I remember is i went to bed, tired and weary and longing for peace. All I know is when I closed my eyes, I no longer felt alive—i felt nothing. Perhaps this is afterlife? With the view of the sky and backs of the houses I never knew was there. Or perhaps this is a dream, a very vivid one, one that I do not wish to leave ever again. For despite the cold and the dark blue sky and the damp grass beneath my skin, this is better. I prefer this over darkness, and a stiff bed, and a tired body everyday. Image from https://pin.it/6iNWQoY