Actually,,its more like sleeping in it...
But bubbles are like that, once you are in one, doesn't really matter whether you are sleeping or not. Life in a bubble is only a dream... But then again...what exactly is life if not just one big bad bubble gone baloney...
Life is like that, you know its going to end, thats the only certainty about it and it can end pretty much anytime, any second, for all one knows THIS could be one's last breath before the bubble bursts...
And everything inside your little bubble is in a bubble of its own,..anything, anybody and everything can just burst out of your life without any notice, no goodbyes no warning,, pop and its gone...bubbles don't do goodbyes...
Its summer in my little bubble, an uncomfortably warm one...Things get uncomfortably obvious in summers and thats not good. Obvious isn't good, it leaves nothing for imagination, nothing for hope or dreams or nightmares.. Makes the bubble rather bland.
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