Sleep evades once more. Had it ever truly been with me? How many years must I endure this sickness. The clock ticks on. The night envelopes me. The darkness driving me mad. Or am I already mad? Welcomed by the night. Welcomed to the fold of darkness. Thoughts growing as dark as the sky. The silence settles around me again. Its Maddening.
Awake.
Numb.
Trapped.
I have become sleeps mistress. Cursed to entertain the night. The bride of the shadows.
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Paige Witherspoon
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