Very soon, I'll be dead. Stuck inside Hotel Non Dormiunt, a place that is essentially a prison decorated with flowery wallpaper. I've prayed and begged ...
βChrist,β I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers ...
The sleeping mind fascinates me, namely the nighttime hallucinations we call βdreamsβ. Because of this, I keep a journal to record every thought that passes ...