She woke up that morning. And to her, that was the problem. She wanted to go back to sleep, but not really. See, it was not sleep she craved, however tired she was. She survived on dreams. Her dreams were the only place she felt safe. Her dreams were the only place she felt safe, not from some unknown darkness lurking under the bed, no. Her dreams were the only place she felt safe from herself.
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