FMP_Draft_001
e.c.cabbage
Sleep clings to you, coating the inside of your mouth with the powdery taste of exhaustion.
It would be nice to lay here a while linger and let the burrow hide you, but you have travelled in your sleep again, to that otherworld, the nightmare mirror of the cruel and twisted waking world. You know it won't be long until the rot creeps in here too.
Given that, what is your priority here?
What do you want to know?
Be careful, time is of the essence.