Waking up

Every morning I wake up and the whole world rushes into me.
It's as if there's just too much things that my soul decides to retreat a little.
If I could describe, it felt as if my soul disappeared for that moment.
And in that moment, the person I see in the mirror wasn't me.
And my soul returns, when I see people and start my day.
And in the night, just anticipating the next morning.
How far would my soul drift away?