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She slept too often, and never by choice. The world came to her in fragments, a handful of seconds, a conversation half-heard, a face she recognised only because it had aged since last time.
At noon tonight. An old moon will rise. Among a million sighs. Blue bats will fly. In a lightening sky. Tall tales told by trees. Just before they freeze. A chilling tune. For its cold at noon.
Day -1 So here I am, lost in a maze of harsh fantasy. Everything here seems so... Vibrant. The colours reflected off the iridescent leaves seems to glitter with a hue all of its own.
I looked round and I could see the other side of the kitchen. I could also see my phone which I had dropped - it looked a million miles away. The room had started to get dark; the fire had gone out.
The light has been unrelenting for three days now. Three days. Where did the nights go. I miss the dark. Nothing but the sound of rain on the roof.
Something happened on Monday at 6:00. Or was it Tuesday at 9:00. Whenever it was, the important thing is That something has happened to Time. I think that Time is broken. It was my birthday yesterday.
Chapter Sixteen. It was so cosy. I didn't understand how but there was no dust, not a speck it looked like it had been cleaned just moments ago.