It's 11:01 pm, and I can feel it coming.
During the daytime, I feel fine.
Occasionally I will drift-off to sleep... yet without fail, I am startled awake with what feels like high voltage...
Coursing through my body.
Jewelry bags of powdered toys, buzzing, scrawling symbols
Over the wall's encyclopedia. Ignorant. Become part of it.
Fighting rigor mortis every day, smiling nevertheless, for I must impress
A few more hours of sleep, I just need a little, my eyes are darkening.
I clutch my pillow... warm and perfectly contoured to my body; I swear I feel two hearts beating.
The horizon is pink and the clouds reflect a dawn that soothes; my breath returns with with morning sun.
Alone. Because all my friends are dead.