"The language of flowers, pyjamas, a secret passageway."
It was hard for Dark to fall asleep.
Okay.
It's okay.
It gave him time to think about things, like his future and his dreams.
On shitty days, it's the times he abandons all hope of achieving even small dreams, deeming himself undeserving. He could always find a reason to why he shouldn't be allowed to achieve whatever dream it is he pursues.
The dreams he sees in his sleep are just strange, when he does dream.
He sleeps now, tossing and turning, another dreamless night.
YOU ARE READING
ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP
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