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"Another Sleepless Night"

Diperbarui: 13 April 2018   01:55

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What does one normally do on a sleepless night? Do they pray for exhaustion to take over their consciousness? Do they try to distract themselves, doing things in hopes that sleep will come around again?

Alas, sleep won't come and there's only exhaustion. The morning arrives and you're still far from alright. Then comes the haggard day, another migraine. It's the same old tunnel vision and familiar pain.

You don't remember the last time you talked about this to anyone else. Perhaps you've stopped. Once again, you've kept it mostly to yourself. You wonder if there's any point of talking about it at all.

Another sleepless night and you choose to hang out with your old best friend from out of town. It's the same best friend who hung out with you the last time somebody broke your heart. Just like before, you just wanted foods, drinks, and jokes. You don't feel like talking about what's been bugging you lately and he always understands.

Of course, once in a while you blurt it out and you end up talking anyway. He may not always have the best advice -- hand on heart --but at least he still listens and doesn't judge. It's kind of rare these days.

Eventually, you part and go on your separate ways. There's always a price to pay for your sleepless night. It's quite hefty, called 'the loss of a day'.

You find yourself unable to wake up completely. You drown into a deep sleep, drowning in your dreams. No, they're more like nightmares. Two dark, hooded figures chasing after you, under the night sky and on some dystopian land.

The only safe way is to hide behind the walls, locking the door -- hoping they won't be able to go through the walls.

You find yourself in a much darker room. You think you're alone, until a soft, cool breath blows behind your neck and a gentle voice whispers:

"Sssh, it's okay. You're safe here. Come, let me hold you. Closer, let me protect you. Look at you now. You're shivering."

"How do I know that I can trust you?"you find yourself whisper as you start fighting back tears. You always hate feeling weak and helpless.

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