The night was darker than it has been in a while...She enjoyed the comfort of it. It was the kind of darkness that you could feel and almost touch. That complete darkness you can get lost in after a while.
Where the world seems so different. Less real, but much more alive than when everyone else opens their eyes.
It reminded her of when she was little and used to
wake up early in the mornings. When the dawn was still dyed dark and everyone was chasing chasms in their sleep. And her room
looked different and the world was upside down and she saw these little specks of colours in the darkness. And the
specks of colours formed pictures and the pictures formed stories... And those
stories were woven into her dreams.
Sometimes she would fall asleep again. But most of the
time she would just continue to dream with her eyes wide open...
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