She couldn’t take her eyes off the light. How it bent to the west, as though in wait. The land of dreams poured a backdrop of violet over gold beckoning the flame covered in glass. Too soon it would be cloaked in darkness, and she would lie in bed and await the demons. They always came in search of the light within. Dressed in red or black, they hovered in wait over her body as it drifted toward sleep.
When you close your eyes, you can see.
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