Week #38: Sister Midnight
The dreams started when I was fifteen, the insomnia shortly after. I wanted to dream, and I didn't. The dreams were wild and dirty, and what teenage boy doesn't want that? But they became frightening, too, after a spell—and sometimes I felt like I was under one.
For years I've stayed up way too late and woke way too early, and more than anything I want to sleep, just sleep. And Sarah fusses, and I think I should tell her, but a part of me thinks that would be a very bad idea. 'Cause she's in those dreams, too.
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Author's Note:
Disclaimer: Labyrinth (c) Henson & Co; Sister Midnight (c) David Bowie
