How hard was it to sleep? Whenever the sun went down and the lights came on, the city buzzed with its most well-known feature: nightlife. When you were tucked securely in the folds of cotton and silk-lines, with the winter chill threatening to bite if you left this place, how hard was it to succumb?
Water drops, footsteps, shock-beaten locomotives... all the noise seemed to trap the girl in a bubble. Needles went pin-pricking into her mind if she tried too hard to fade from the world. The world didn't want her to fade. She didn't want it either.
How many weeks of sleepless nights can the body endure before it retaliates? Something in her mind didn't want to know. So, it made her tired, instead. Eyelids were washed free of their charcoal lining and gawdy garments unpealed for more comfortable replacements.
Shadows crept with each passing object. There were many things to fly by the window that night. Each one appeared to have jagged fangs and twisted talons. All figments, surely. Glamoured depths of untapped cerulean suddenly shrouded in single thin sheet of cracked skin. Wisps of delicate black intertwined.
How hard was it to sleep?
Very.
Water drops, footsteps, shock-beaten locomotives... all the noise seemed to trap the girl in a bubble. Needles went pin-pricking into her mind if she tried too hard to fade from the world. The world didn't want her to fade. She didn't want it either.
How many weeks of sleepless nights can the body endure before it retaliates? Something in her mind didn't want to know. So, it made her tired, instead. Eyelids were washed free of their charcoal lining and gawdy garments unpealed for more comfortable replacements.
Shadows crept with each passing object. There were many things to fly by the window that night. Each one appeared to have jagged fangs and twisted talons. All figments, surely. Glamoured depths of untapped cerulean suddenly shrouded in single thin sheet of cracked skin. Wisps of delicate black intertwined.
How hard was it to sleep?
Very.