Somewhere Between Asleep And Not

I sat in my chair somewhere between asleep and not, a good place to be when the last thing you need is accountability. I think multitudes of thoughts and then look at the clock and am amazed at how many thoughts were produced in such a short time. Things turn from sad to happy and then back again with little or no explanation. Things that could be, but maybe never will be, come from nowhere but are greeted all the same. I'll sort out the real from the things that aren't in another time, but now I'm in my chair somewhere between asleep and not.