3:38 AM

i try to keep awake

Those blinking red numbers seemed to glare at him through the dark motel room, an unrelenting reminder of how sleep constantly eluded him.

Every night felt like just another repeat of night before. It was the seemingly endless cycle of an insomniac. No matter how many shots of whiskey he downed, they did absolutely nothing to quiet Dean's restless thoughts, the never ending stream of worries that flooded his every waking thought.

Still, his racing thoughts were much easier to cope with than the twisted, macabre visions that drifted behind his eyelids once the exhaustion finally caught up with him.
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Trust me, I definitely plan on coming back and adding more to this when the whole Mibba Month thing is over and things are less hectic because I had such big plans for this piece but not nearly enough time.