"...but to feel fulfilled while not being whole - well, it's all the same, dear," he explained.
I awoke in the night, fresh from the dream which had been plaguing me for months. My palms were sweaty and my eyes were in a glass daze, stinging towards the back of my head. I felt sick, my jaw stuck in place unable to move, my legs burning with muscles being stretched as far as possible. My mouth was dry, rendering me incapable to speak.
All I could think of, was had I not fallen asleep, and not had this dream, where would I be?
Tomorrow night, when I cuddle into bed and fear for the nightmare to come, would I be able to sleep?
I never want to sleep again.
I never want to sleep again.
"Bury it," she demanded, "Bury it!"
The boy loosened the shovel and threw it to the ground.
I never want to sleep again.
I never want to sleep.
Sleep is for the living.
MOOD:
creative
All I could think of, was had I not fallen asleep, and not had this dream, where would I be?
Tomorrow night, when I cuddle into bed and fear for the nightmare to come, would I be able to sleep?
I never want to sleep again.
I never want to sleep again.
"Bury it," she demanded, "Bury it!"
The boy loosened the shovel and threw it to the ground.
I never want to sleep again.
I never want to sleep.
Sleep is for the living.
MOOD:
creative