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Slumberland By Derra Nicole Sabo Genre: Biography

How do you dream? Are your dreams in color or black n’ white? Do they feel surreal or all too real? Well, I’d like to introduce you to my little slice of bittersweet. These subconscious woods hold every fear and my anxieties masked are as wolves. Nightmares that play on a loop for weeks, even months at a time. Symptoms of waking in cold sweats and shaking. The only moments of peace are found in the sporadically studded dreams that happen every now and again. These woods house every past demon as well as certain past versions of who I once was. This place is worse than death, yet it inspires. So… …Before my alarm clock goes off, before I take the last train out of here, I take one last glance back, one last glance at all of the Polaroids pinned to every tree branch, polaroids of every dream and nightmare that have stolen my nights since ’95… These dreams…these woods…this place…it’s my upside down… This is my Slumberland… Add to Goodreads Amazon * HigherGroundBooks&Media

As someone with anxiety, writing is my way of speaking. When my verbal skills fail, my pen excels. I have always had something to say to the world and to the humans residing in it, I just could never get my mind and mouth to be on the same level. So, I picked up a pen and haven’t looked back. I have a message for you. A message for my family, my friends and to all the beating hearts. Dear You is a letter personally written, from me to you. Website * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

How do you dream? Are your dreams in color or black ‘n white? Do they feel surreal or all too real?
Well, I’d like to introduce you to my little slice of bittersweet. These subconscious woods hold every
fear and my anxieties masked are as wolves. Nightmares that play on a loop for weeks, even
months at a time. Symptoms of waking in cold sweats and shaking. The only moments of peace are
found in the sporadically studded dreams that happen every now and again.
“These woods house every past demon as well as certain past versions of who I once was. This
place is worse than death, yet it inspires. So……Before my alarm goes off, before I take the last train
out of here, I take one last glance back, one last glance at all of the Polaroids, pinned to every tree
branch, Polaroids of every dream and nightmare that have stolen my nights since ’95……These
dreams…these woods…this place…it’s my upside-down. This is my Slumberland…”