Hopping fences in my sleep. Malicious intent that I wish to repent but I won't allow this attempt get me down, this time. No. This time is different. Different in the way that you would not suspect. It's change in a way with resounding effect that I tend to dissect, but only with a grain of salt. I clatter to the floor, still awake. I feel the urge to run but my body doesn't let me. My muscles no longer want to support what my mind couldn't.