Finding the moment of which your journey started will open your eyes.
My eyelids spring to the opposite sides of my head as I awake. My pupils constricting from the bright light that puts me into a haze that deconstructs my reality. My eyeballs readjusting from the multiple hours of darkness. I'm disconnected from my other reality that my soul and brain partake in to evoke these stories and images that I see in my subconscious. As I recollect myself and my brain sends a message to my legs to push themselves away and off of my bed, I start to hear the pathogen next to me, the cause of my sleep's disruption. The intrusive buzz that causes my brain to boil. I smash my throbbing fist of rage down upon the piece of garbage and hope it breaks, but it never does.