When the day starts in darkness, it is as though something has been left unresolved. It feels more as though something has been left unfinished, rather than being the start of some new day. It is though the darkness that chases your dreams across the pillow still sits there, waiting for its chance to take you in its paws and drag you down to the places where those dark fears conspire against all you hope and dream.
Down there the dark creatures and thick shadows crawl over each other in a turmoil of twisting things that can reach out a claw or a talon to drag your struggling dreams into their writhing mass to suffocate and choke and throttle every bright colour you long for out of all your desires, leaving only the darkest shadows of your dreams lying limp and defeated on the floor of your night.
To wake in the darkness and to leave those broken dreams lying there, consumed by the shadows seems a betrayal of them, as though you have retreated from that lurking darkness itself and run for the comfort of the cold electric light that can never keep the darkness away like only the dawning day can.
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