He spent his days entwined in Sleep. Sleep took him in its leaden arms, dragging him into a world without feeling, without light, without senses. Sleep took one emptiness and replaced it with another.
Sleep left him whole.
Tahno blearily opened one eye, only to be greeted by the bright, full moon streaming through the dingy curtains. He groaned and rolled over pulling the white comforter over his head. Tossing and turning, he attempted to go back sleep, but after a while, figured it was a lost cause. He stumbled into the bathroom where he immediately sat down in the dusty bathtub. Turning on the tap, he watched the water flow around his feet, and the steam swirl and rise into the air. He longed to command it, feel power over it and to have it respond to him, but he knew there was no point anymore. Sighing, he put his head in his hands.
Images flashed through his mind.
The pale, white mask looming over him as he pleads for not this, anything but this.
Then pain, an agonizing pull flooding his entire body as his every nerve screams for this to stop.
The water surrounding him, heavy and unfamiliar as he claws his way to the surface.
The bright lights blinding him as he gasps for breath.
Tahno slammed his hand against the faucet and shut off the water. He stepped out of the bathtub and back into the main room. Dust motes floated through the air, illuminated by the moonlight. He looked down to find some clothes crumpled in a pile on the floor, so he threw them on. He needed to leave, to get out of his own head, to experience something other than the same thoughts constantly being replayed in his mind. Finding a few yuans and a house key in his pocket, he slammed the door to the apartment and left.