And when the night escapes me, and time withers in my hand, it helps to know someone's out there, somewhere. The comfort of a sleeping world, tucked safely in their beds, has never been so real to me. And now the moon lays raw against my skin and I've lost all sense of myself again. Who am I in this midnight quiet? Nothing but a lonely dreamer drowning in a sea of reality.
And the trees echo back as I whisper goodnight to the moon-
Sweet dreams, my love.
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