Dissociation

Nighttime hits like a truck. Sleep is far from your grasp, and the skin under your eyes wilt.

Thoughts play around in the mind, thoughts that were hidden during the day. They're not normal...they make you feel like you're plummeting into a deep, dark void, spiraling out of control until there's nothing else to think about.

They show themselves as creatures of the night, things you wish to forget, things you don't want to do, and people you would rather not see.

Their dance is of shadows and malice, tainting what is still functioning in your brain, until you finally succumb to their evil, and give into sleep.

In the morning, they hide once more.