sleep

Thinking is a dangerous game when played by this girl. She sits, alone, with only her thoughts. It builds, enveloping her, suffocating her, until she escapes into the sweet release of sleep. Sleep. The only place she finds peace. Sleep, her sanctuary, her haven, her release, her shelter from the cold in her heart. Here she can dream of artificial truths, until she wakes with the realization of delusion. Here she finds comfort, a comfort that replaces the embracing she longs for.