That time of the night when you're done with your tv shows, and your books, and your finger mindlessly swiping across the screen of your phone, glancing through stories that aren't yours.
That time when you're lying in your bed, and you're alone. Truly alone. With nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. And you let your mind wander back to memories of a simpler time. A time when it wasn't so difficult to be by yourself. When you weren't so afraid of solitude. When just a thought didn't fill every inch of your body with longing. A longing for a story that simply isn't meant to be yours. When every moment of the day wasn't such a struggle to get through. When you didn't feel like all you wanted was to hit the stop button, and somehow, just for a moment, stop all feeling.
And then you turn around to an even colder side of the bed and hug the pillow, praying for sleep to come soon, giving you a chance to escape into the world of dreams - a world where you can smile, without that constant ache buried inside.
A world where you finally stop feeling so. fucking. damaged.
Yes, there's no escaping 2 am.
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