Marked by Midnight
For the meantime, I'll stay put.
I lay on the bed, willing myself to sleep. No matter how small, the sleep eludes me, and when I suddenly find myself falling into the dark, I'm dreaming of nothing but absurdity. In the chilling darkness, yet, I can make out unfamiliar shadows, contrasting and conflicting with each other. I can't hold them, but I hear them. It's almost like I'm looking into my head, my mind, from above, like a god.
I'm drenched in sweat when I wake, from the maid's knock on the door, letting me know Shawn requires my presence. I hurriedly go into the bathroom, wash my body off the perspiration and discordance I am feeling.
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