You have been far too distant from your thoughts. Incoherence rambles on like a train in the distance, rumbling on the tracks, eating away at your precious sleep. You barely notice the abrupt changes in the thick, cool, air-conditioned air. Yet that mere whisper, that single, little, utterance of muffled sound, is enough to eschew a would-be dream.
And every night, his little whisper in your ear kills your dreams softly..
You have no idea.
