Anti-dream

I didn't dream anything last night. And by that I mean I dreamt about nothing. This wasn't the usual feel yourself drifting off then the alarm chosen specifically for it's pleasant melody still managing to scream like a harpy while the morning sun crawls around the edges of your blinds. There was just void. Outer space without all the stars to make you feel small. I wasn't scared, uncomfortable, or relaxed. I was just there. By which I mean I was nothing and nowhere.