The Conscious Night

Tell me something. Something dark.

Restless. Edgy. Sharp.

Narrow. Puzzled. Perpetual.

You begin to drift into a dream.

When you realize something familiar, the smell of books.

A long hallway forms from the clouds of the mind.

Form starts to take.

A library.

A long hallway.

As you walk, you see, endless rows of books.

You walk and walk with the feeling you will get somewhere.

Then you transform into another world, a plot develops.

Always a girl.

A perplexed situation.

A cool draft of air blows.

A familiar face, blurry reality.

You wake.

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