I’m not sure exactly what it feels like to be six and wake up feeling as though you’re not actually in your own body, but there is something about waking up from a dream and feeling in-between bodies, clawing for the edges of the dream while still making sense of your own eyeballs that does resonate with me. Bodies are strange things, and souls even stranger—nobody should have to reckon with them at 6:30 AM, in my opinion, but Kina seems to enjoy it enough, so I’ll leave the casual morning dissociation to her.
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