You toss. You turn.

You tangle yourself in the folds of your blanket, making the bedding more crumpled.

You toss. You turn.

You strive to watch the fight between darkness and light. 

Two forces desperately fighting to take the stage.

Try as it might, the flame cannot illuminate.

Try as it might, the mist cannot cloak the bright.

They both know only one must be the champion, only one can envelop you into themselves, but their strength matches.

You toss. You turn.

You toss and turn and toss and turn until your eyelids open.

No one won.

No one lost.

Both are still in there — in that nightmare of a mind.