1: I can't sleep. Whenever I try, I fall. Their hands are on me as I claw myself out. The rough stone burns my fingertips as I beg for escape from this void. Do you think they know what they're doing? The hands, I mean. It consumes me and the darkness seems to cover my eyes and nose. I have to wake up. 2: I have to sleep. I feel trapped in this world where all existence feels like person after person dragging me down. I hope to claw back up in my dreams. The people that fall are perfect to grab onto. They scream but always help us back up. I'm done being covered with the void. I have to go to sleep.
This is fiction And a pigeon *gasp* A fiction pigeon
