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Why are you so afraid of going to sleep
The dull drawl lulls her as the voice chatters on
"why....why...Why?!?"
Could it possibly be you're afraid of that five minutes you'll have to stop...be still. Hear what I have to say for five seconds.  
Switches the computer screen, the image has remained there for too long and she becomes bored. Or rather, she becomes anxious. Boredom is foreign.
HEY...so remember that time this song came on and you were walking down the road with Re and she just started dancing. You were so enamored, you wanted to dance right along with her but instead you looked away and laughed. You loved her so much in that moment. Go ahead and smile...that's peace. For however long you can hold onto it. And then...ohohoh -remember that time we passed this road and you were screaming at him in your head. All locked up tight and shouting through the silence. I was shouting...YOU were silent. But I guess he figured it out after a while...all the shouting finally came out. Maybe that could have been avoided.
The screen moves again and for an hour the silence is prevalent only to be shattered as the last words fly off the screen.
4:55.
It will be rise and fucking shine tomorrow morning you know that right. You're gonna wanna kill Herra-the whole bunch of them. And that brings me to my next point death. How about it-maybe in the car ride someone will hit you and THEN. Well, then it'll be sleep for us both. We both know how you love sleep. But those last five minutes...those minutes when I have the say-well I guess those are the ones that ...anyway onto death. Remember those towels and singing in front of that family. Remember, well you remember it all alright. That's all you can do. You can't even do that right though. Half of it is lies isn't it. Oh honesty is convenient but...you don't know the truth anymore. Maybe the truth is you don't remember at all. Any of it. Not faces or names or-anything.                  
That must have been before me. But you've been writing this story like I have been here all along-like this was always who you are. Me-the voice you avoid at night. Who you're trying to be. You're a god damn lunatic, you are. Oh and that brought up some interesting little truths did it not, for you, my dear.
Lunatic...Her....those dreams....the running. The torturing....that's all me. Never you. You're all tears and heartache and other people's stories..splintered into shards of your own reality. I am sure you like the abstract, much easier hm?
Well let us make it harder.
I am you.
I was not you then.
Your own creation has outgrown it's maker and I have become the guiding light. You try and shut me off with others' words and with the tales others tell of you. Because my tale just doesn't fit anymore....but it's you who gave me the fodder. So I must know-may we sleep yet.

Or will I wake tomorrow to pit myself against the world again to be heard?"