The darkness pulls at your eyelids and begs you to stay down, stay silent and stay just one more night and you acquiesce. You fall back into the warm, pulsating mass that once pretended to be your bed and you go back to sleep, allowing it to feed from your mind yet again.
Yesterday is as much of a blur as last week as last month as last year and you find yourself not caring in the slightest. What's another day's memories compared to unfathomable rest and the promise of a life beyond everything you've lived thus far? The promise of an eternal life in exchange for everything you've lived thus far.
There may have been a time when the thought of this would have disturbed you, horrified you to your very core and maybe it was as recent as last week that you still worried for everything you were losing but now... now there was nothing but peace and the faint hollowness of a mind without context.
The tendrils of the bed dug so deep that at some point, maybe recently, maybe not, you realised that they weren't ever going to let go. As they started to drag you down further into what was once your bed you began to see other people. At least, they were people-shaped masses of tendrils just like the ones on and inside your head.
You should have been scared, angry or anything other than jealous that you weren't the first.
Yesterday is as much of a blur as last week as last month as last year and you find yourself not caring in the slightest. What's another day's memories compared to unfathomable rest and the promise of a life beyond everything you've lived thus far? The promise of an eternal life in exchange for everything you've lived thus far.
There may have been a time when the thought of this would have disturbed you, horrified you to your very core and maybe it was as recent as last week that you still worried for everything you were losing but now... now there was nothing but peace and the faint hollowness of a mind without context.
The tendrils of the bed dug so deep that at some point, maybe recently, maybe not, you realised that they weren't ever going to let go. As they started to drag you down further into what was once your bed you began to see other people. At least, they were people-shaped masses of tendrils just like the ones on and inside your head.
You should have been scared, angry or anything other than jealous that you weren't the first.
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