Eight was my limit.
Anyway, I lost count at twenty five.
It wasn't my intention
What was my intention

Perhaps I thought it would all fade away gently
How one seems to forget their most vivid of dreams
and awakens, crestfallen, with only imprints from an imagined world

After an hour I was laying on the floor
Slowly realizing I couldn't move anymore
Not that I would want to
Not that I would need to
Anymore