The clock's short hand struck at exactly 12pm.

"Little did you know that sometimes life could be so... you know—more interesting when you're asleep I guess?"

"It's these sort of dreams I have when I go to sleep at exactly 3 in the morning that make me feel confused yet somewhat intrigued."

The clock's hand then struck at 12:01pm.

"Like, I had one dream where I was wandering in a forest where trees grew animals from their branches and..."

The clock's hand struck at 1:45pm.

"Also, there was another dream I had where there were these eye balls floating and encircling me..."

The clock's hand struck at 3:14pm.

"But, there is one dream I always find myself in. It's weird, but it always reoccurs. I'm falling, falling, falling—my body feels weak. Once I open my eyes, I feel like I woke up from reality and the dream suddenly becomes the reality.  I could see the sky becoming more distant from my vision as my hair covers my eyes and I could feel my body inch closer to the ground."

"I see."

The therapist closes her book shut and clicks her pen only to write on a tiny slip of paper. The office becomes a quiet space as I soon get up from the coach and look at the digital clock. "6:22pm" it read, and I knew that this appointment would soon be over in just eight minutes. The therapist adjusts the glasses on her face and opens her mouth to finally speak.

"Ms. Summers, have you been taking any sort of night relief drug or incense of the sort lately?" she replies in a tedious tone.

(Ah, did I talk for too long that she became irritated? I mean, she did tell me to describe my sleep. Anyways, I did a good job of stalling her. Good job me.)

"Yes." I smile at her.

"Alright then, let's continue this discussion two weeks from now on. I'll let you off early this time."

. . .

Exiting out of the therapy office's backdoor, I started to walk in the direction of my apartment. I lived in a nice building that was right across a cafe called La Noire, a local place renowned for its drinks and lively atmosphere. Next to the cafe, there was a tiny flower shop that many mothers went to. How I knew you ask? I always saw kids play outside of the shop, and when a woman came out of the store, the child would ensue after her happily. As much as the district across was noisy enough, I was lucky that my side of the street was quiet. Entering the apartment building, I made way to the fourth floor and unlocked my door.

Tomorrow was gonna be a busy day.

Lighting up my computer screens, I made sure my microphone worked perfectly. What's the hurt in stalling sleep? I type the following on my keyboard:

[ SKAR LIVE: Sup' everyone! Today I'll be doing a gameplay livestream of Horror Nights @ 5:00PM! Make sure to drop by ♪ ]

Yup, tomorrow was gonna be busy day, but that could wait.