Sleepwalking

I find myself becoming more and more distracted. Taking a sheet of paper and tearing off the corner. Then tearing off the torn part again. I remember that time… It’s like when… I find myself becoming more and more distracted. Like footprints spaced farther and farther apart. In the corner of my eye, I’m- Leaning against the counter and the counter is sinking into the floor. I don’t remember waking up from that, but I did. Waking up, but I can’t talk. Falling asleep, but it feels wrong. It’s too chaotic to sleep. I think I sleepwalk. But they think I’m just weird. I think I am now… But they don’t believe me.