could only think. I lacked any physical form or sensations; I was simply somewhere. The area wasn't big or small, it was just empty beyond all comprehension. This was Hell.
Hell in every meaning of the word. I had no mouth, but I had no will or reason to want to scream. I just existed. I don't know long I had been there; it could have been an eternity, or a few seconds.
I remember wanting to just feel... Something, anything. I was completely deprived of all emotional and physical stimulation, and due to this I could barely think straight.
I tried to remember something, but couldn't. I just wanted to feel... Then everything stopped.
The alarm had woken me up, as it had for the past year or so.
I turned the bedside lamp on and began to feel the lack of a companion beside me, and suddenly remembered that she had left me for someone else.
The emptiness I felt in the dream came back, so I just ripped the alarm clock out of the wall and took a large drink from the scotch bottle on my nightstand.
After sitting there for a few moments, I laid back down, bearing in mind that I could not escape my own mind no matter my state of consciousness.
I went back to sleep, not sure what whether to hope for death or ignorance. I don't think there's much of a difference in my case.