Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Voices

After fighting off sleep as long as possible I no longer am able to keep my eyes open, it is time for bed. Darkness surrounds me and terror steals over me, the watchers are coming. They speak in mocking tones, laughing at my fear and the disaster I seem to be approaching. They watch and wait for it, whispering among themselves in anticipation, when I fall they'll be satisfied.

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