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She lay in bed,eyes closed, listening to the beating of her heart and trying to keep the dreams from escaping past her lashes. Each flutter of the eyes let a part of the dream slip through and soon it would all be gone.
She knew the end was coming but she wished it had already come.
She rolled over and turned off her alarm, as she did every morning, punching the button twice and ignoring the dent where her brother had dropped it last year. She paused a moment, watching the red numbers illuminate the small area of the room and she thought it was kind of like her life; she lit up about that much space, relatively, in the world as the numbers did her room. Would anything change if either light stopped burning?