Literature
A Small, Little Tale of Sleep
The no-sleep for seven days? Not possible, no possibilities- what was that? The sensation of never prickling, never leaping to anything nor to life, but to slowly getting colder and not even noticing it until you shiver with cluelessness and weakness. And until you realise there must surely be hair along your spine, on the back of your neck, or maybe, maybe you're just dusted with spider webs.
You are
You?
Who are you?
Hello?
"
Bin ich allein?"
Am I really so all alone?
Where has everyone gone? [anyways?]