(Sometime in 1997ish)

A hollow echo shakes my dreams. I am no longer scared, merely curious. Who whispers to me? The watch ticks manically, and a gentle hum comes form the electronic clock. To some, sleep is an everyday occurrence. It is of this that I dream.

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