Night… we meet again and again and again. In spite of my objection, for hours we will joust. Sleep, the elusive. I will grasp my pillow, wring that comfort dry. Night… you will shine your moon. I will toss, turn, defy your silent gloom. Awake… In that awful hour. The one of deathly quiet when sleep should rest the mind, and dreams invade the place of reason. I am awake. Night… I am your antagonist I can’t comply, no sleep how hard I try. Fingers grasp me bring horrors evil and dark, but I escape. I am awake.
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