Seriously.
It became the norm now, didn't it?
Samuel collapsing.
He wanted to hit himself, even half-asleep. There was that never-ending darkness again and that silence. Here he had peace. Perhaps it was the most peaceful his life could be. Samuel embraced the darkness where he found his sanctuary. Perhaps this was why he was always falling into a deep slumber. His body had found comfort into collapsing.
Whether it was from falling, getting poisoned, or hit on the head.
Samuel wanted to make a joke out of it but he figured he can't. Samuel wanted to drown himself to the dark once more.
So he dreamt of it again.
Samantha.
**
"Sam, do you like to help me color?"
"Color…?"
