From the moment of sleepy daze, my consciousness drifts, fading from clear recognition back to the hazy subconscious. Realizing where I am in the world, then back to sleep. Colorful dreams of my fears, flashbacks, desires, and unrealistic occurrences wake me up when I really should just go back to sleep. Thoughts of, "I want to go back home...I really love it here...I have to go pee," then back to "Go to sleep, Anaya." Forgetting about all the bad and settling on the good. Wasted, random thoughts never to be dwelled on again. I turn myself over, clearing my head and filling my ears with a loud crunch from the mattress' plastic cover. Tomorrow is a new day with a bright sun also with a cloudy haze.