Autumn Beds.

Turn on the music as loud as you can. There's no better way to be whole. Not for me, not for now. It doesn't dawned yet. It's better in this way, darkness is far more confortable than the blinding lights, so, let me stay here, eyes closed, to make the night fall deeply all over me. Let me cover up the sky with these soft dark clouds. Let me make the night last forever, let me hide myself on the shining spark of your star. Then, turn off the lights, to let me sleep.

But never turn off the music. It keeps the nightmares away. All of them. Especially the world.