Story One: Reckless
One falls in one's dreams. I've been pondering that theory for a long time, I fall every time I shut my eyes now -- the cold and hot air slices my deep marrow on impact, like glass shattering my bones scatter on the ground of each imagination, pain hits the sky and I wake up, in pain's calling.
Now 6 days have passed and my eyes fear the next dream, I don't know where I'll fall next, maybe a familiar place or an unimaginable hell.
Eyes look in every direction, except me, my head starts thumping, as I begin falling down an endless hole, I don't think I'm going to wake up this time.
Just the pale endless sounds of a painful death.
Sound makes my eyes shut tight and never open.
And what seems infinite stops, as they wake me up, my eyes open, my mind shatters, again.
They try to comfort my cold motionless body, shivering and dead.
My heart isn't ticking anymore and I can see death approaching me, but "NO", I SHOUT AS THEY FUCKING WAKE MY DEAD BODY! They wake me from death, and I need to shuffer longer, I don't get the rest I dearly need.
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