Recently, a light was put up from the still vacant constructed building next door. It shines right through the vertical blinds, into our room, reflecting the reflections on the mirror, reflecting back to the vertical blinds, painting shadows from stencils of light which keep me up at night, deep in thoughts of feeling trapped. It makes our room feel like prison. On the other hand, there is liberation to be found from having such patterns on the wall; they distract me from other uglier thoughts, like waking up early the next day.

But last night, I woke up to the sound of heavy raining, convinced that it must have been hailing because the sound was unusually loud. The reflections on the wall and the light escaping through the blinds gave the instant impression that I was somehow in a bamboo hut, that the outside and the inside were two worlds colliding. I fell back asleep, smiling.


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Is there such things as a reverse Fatal Familial Insomia? Can I self diagnose?