So you are in your bed and your eyes start to close slowly and you start to feel really tired. You can't see but you enter blissfully into a lo-fi universe full of holograms waiting for be used, and this just lasts a second or less. You stop hearing this world and start to listen a song made by yourself with just one pitch, also created by yourself. Some things make you wake up, like a noise outside or something, and you feel aborted from that universe and you feel borning here again but you automaticaly come back.
But, in some seconds after that, you are in the uterus of the lo-fi universe again.
Suddenly, you are in a dream.
A lot of things happen and you are there acting like if it was you, but you know that it is not. There are just holograms trying to make you confused. And you are. But you can figure out how much.
You wake up and you are there, in the inicial place: your bed.
There's not you can do to remember more things than some flashes of the night that just ended.
You are in your bed, you suddenly fall asleep and now you are in a mall shopping with your biology teacher, and suddenly again, you are in your bed.
It's the exactly moment that you realize that life is becaming a dumb whore. That's what I call t-spot.
Transitority no.2 - Transitority-Spot
