Admittedly, it’s been a while. There are reasons, some strong, some weak. But alas, less about me! Here’s a thing:
A Dying Nightmare
You only work when they’re sleeping.
Silently whispered from the moment of my inception. The unwritten Rule governing my entire way of being.
Am I a being?
He is. My creator, my host, my warden. He knows not, but he’s the reason I am here and the reason I will soon fade away.
I don’t breathe, yet I’m suffocating. Thirteen days trapped neither here nor there. In the Inbetween. Thirteen sleepless nights. Insomnia they call it.
I need for him to let me do my work. I can’t hold on much longer.
Will I break the unwritten Rule? I’m considering it.