Gia C. Manalio www.lifeissurreal.com
			"I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four AM knows all my secrets. Four AM is when my dreams die." —Lost Souls, Poppy Z. Brite
	At 4 AM Life Stands Still Sleeping isn’t my problem, it’s the waking. At 4 AM with eyes wide open just past night but right before day in a void where no one else is conscious, I don’t know the difference between real or phantasm. I just know that here the dead reach for me and the devil speaks. Sometimes it’s a scream other times flailing arms that free me from the dream I was having or really, having me. There’s fire all around everything is glowing. I’m looking down at my body my big toe starts to sting my body is getting farther away. My grandmother is on the phone again she’s laughing out of control kind of like that woman in that Wizard movie my grandmother passed months ago. I need to dial the phone the numbers are too blurry I keep pushing them connecting to the wrong number I need help now I can’t make them out I can’t see them something has happened to me my heart beat is slowing. They say you can’t die in your dreams. They’re wrong.