West Village

I've been having really vivid dreams lately.
They're at the point where I wake up and have already gone through the day in my dream.
"The air is a nippy 96."
It's all gone now and I feel like I've been hit with a car and then left to fend for myself. Which is fair, after all.
It was with myself that I got into this, and it was for myself.
But now the tough part is here and I can't stomach it. And to expect anyone else to do it for me is wrong.
I'm sorry.