Night. I can hear her voice. The thought of freedom is nothing in the chaos of false ideas and idle memories.
Life, sleep and thought are senseless and disordered and it's only a phantom of hope, that revives visions from the chaotic memory of the hazy past. It's like two sides of the whole: freedom and slavery, day and night, sleep and life!
But the time has come. Somebody's voice doesn't leave me alone. The only way out for me is to fall asleep.
There are only a few seconds just a few moments to fall asleep again. There will be sleep again, there will be life again.
But is it a real life or just fiction? It's only a wish to turn something which is desired into reality. It is moon light again and everything repeats.
You are the master of everything, everything belongs to you. The voice is heard again but it doesn't attract, it commands to come back. It follows me. I have a few seconds to wake.