she's suffocating in insomniacs' blood-red eyes and bags carrying twelve tons of guilt.
staring out of her bedroom window, street lights being the only thing illuminating her profile. the sky is at a slight pinkish hue; it's nearing 3:30.
alas, sunrise is in an hour! but her nightmares won't be taken away to the dark side of the moon.
another night spent doing everything but sleeping.
why can she no longer dream?
