It's a warm night and sleep is hard going. I have duty in two hours and all I want to do is get some sleep till then. Therein lies the rub. You are on my mind, like always, but to night it's different. As conflicted as I normaly am this is something new. I use you as a handicap. I want something real and normal, but in the fantasy of you I have something perfect. Do I give up the contentment and joy of thinking of you, the only dreams I have that aren't nightmares. Or do I try and purge myself of the source of so much angst and madness in the hopes of something mundane and normal.

Why do you have to seem more real than physical girls. I need to sleep maybe tonight will be the night you finally talk to me. Good night my demon, I will see you in my dreams.

also fuck you Blythe Johnson for imprinting me and making me susceptible to Cracky.