Ever so quiet, I stare at the ceiling. I wish to succumb to slumber, but I’m already in a dream.
It’s all so fuzzy, from dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn. It’s much like a dream, waiting to arouse.
I never truly get to wake up, falling deeper and deeper into slumber, with no real end in sight.
It’s a long time in there.
It’s hell.
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