The madness of the night is not over. Not yet, at least. I can feel it inside me, in the grogginess in my head, in the way I recoil at the artificial electric blue swathe of light that’s pricking into my eyes, still unwilling to leave the comfy comfort of sleep.

I reach my arms and switch off the contraption. I lie on my back, and wait for order, some semblance of sanity. It’s pitch dark, from behind the curtains I can see night’s still reigning supreme, though something tells me it won’t be long before day comes and knocks its other half off the pedestal.

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