Cold chills run up my spine, I shiver and notice the subtle needle shifting pass twelve. The clock ticks and tocks with each second, I barely care that the time has passed.
My consciousness mostly lies on the voices which arise in this hour.
The same thoughts linger in my wandering mind, will I sleep or will I build castles in the air on a land where truths lay bare?
I knew the answer to my question is hidden in time. Though unlike alice in her wonderland, I'm alive in this cruel reality and no matter what I do, this nightmare will never end.
At this darkest hour, I made an only resolution to sleep. For there is no better cure than it.
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