A sleepless night, submerged by black thoughts and dreams that churned around my head leaving my eyes as dark as the nightmares. Strange, grotesque visions of innumerable sets of eyes staring at me in my sleep echoed in my mind; the aftermath of several nights spent dulling my mind with wine. I had asked my trouble doll before I slept for a change of mood in the morning, to wake up in the light, but I think she must have slept in longer than I did.
I fed my weary body, put my trainers on and ventured outside, up into the Carrick hills. It was the only thing I knew that would help to bring me back.
Within minutes, the town and my room with all its appliances and reminders of ordinary life is behind me and all I can see are hills, forests, bushes, trees and animals. I leave…
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