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One thousand lights that blind my eyes, one thousand lives I have lived in this night, what a wonderful death this is, this death of mine.
The world is tinged in sepia, from the soft light filtering through cracked blinds to the softer sheets bringing the scent of honeysuckle where they crinkle in my wake. My eyes are heavy lidded and the weight of exhaustion rests on my shoulders, seeping into my bones, my very soul, then disappearing.
I blink at the sudden change, sitting up in a haze to a room as familiar as it is foreign, rising on plush comforters, turning in time to see the clock beside me chime for eight of the clock.
I let my feet sink into the carpets, yellow warmth seeping into me, pulling me further.
I cannot remember who I am. I cannot remember where I am. I cannot remember what I was missing that felt so wrong, yet somehow, I could not find in myself the need to care in the slightest.
I breathe in, expecting an acrid smell of smoke which leaves hanging a bitter taste laden on my tongue, but find nothing but melting butter and a muffled sunlight’s amber rays.
The room is in hues of yellow, walls, windows and marigolds, achingly intimate yet distant all the same. I turn in a daze, then start at the man who appears suddenly beside me. His dark hair and dark eyes stand out starkly against the fine honey surrounding me, but he smiles and I feel at peace yet again.
He points to a door I had not noticed before, in all its solid black and menace, just the same yet completely different from the man himself.
“Will you leave?”
His voice is grating, yet musical, frightful, yet gentle and I am entranced by his charm.
To the tinkling tunes of the chimes tied to a windowsill and the faraway caws of crows and demons who lie beyond the door, I sway. And then, I recall what it was I had forgotten before.
I remember, but I know that it is too late, so I turn to his terrifying beauty and smile in his silent realm.