Every night I take a cocktail of pills to still my mind enough that I might sleep. In the wake of my departure from consciousness, He awakens. Stories I am told of gluttony, sex, and madness. I wish I could remember more of what He has done with my body as I slept. One image of a story is burned into my mind. I have a picture of the sun rising over the ocean and her body laying beside me. She is my every waking thought, my drug, my addiction, my true love.
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