The Lights

The lights were outside her window. They made the world bright again, at least in comparison to their pitch black surroundings. She knew she should be sleeping, it was a few hours passed the time even she promised herself she would sleep by. Despite this, the mysterious lights awoke her and pulled her into consciousness. She was more awake now than ever. 'How funny,' she thought, 'that when you are supposedly the least lucid is when your real self comes through.'
This was very accurate and she would know, she could barely thing straight.
'Perhaps I am merely a character in a fantasy book,' she fancied to herself, 'And none of this is real.'