Sleep is supposed to be about recovery.
Recuperation. Revitalization. Rest.
But I fought sleep because I knew what was coming:
Where every ailment of the day became a monster
and where happiness is defeated in a fell swoop.
Trapped inside a sleep cycle,
until my body becomes so aroused by fear that it wakes itself up.
There is no recovery in nightmares.
There is no recuperation.
No revitalization, no rest.
There is only fear.
I’m doing a huge rewrite of my original concept. So it begins.
*I’m guessing about the otps based on your blog obviously. So sorry if I choose someone you just casually ship.