You’re in that moment between sleeping and waking. And you open your eyes only to close it again because you wanted a continuation. But sleep doesn’t come and so doesn’t your continuation and that’s when you realize that maybe this is it. And maybe, some stories really end abruptly. That instead of a continuation, you get an ending. And you lay there just staring blankly at the ceiling trying to remember the good parts because it’s all you have. Then you get up like you’re supposed to but your mind will always wander back to that moment between sleeping and waking; and you realize that maybe this is life for everybody: good things happen, bad things happen and you move on.