'Let's never wake up again,'
That was the last order I gave my brain just as I felt King Arthur taking over. And I knew he sensed it, he made sure he got a proper taste. But I didn't give a shit about that.
Go ahead, take all that you can get.
I was taught a long time ago that the conscious mind turned itself off when the creature slept. It wasn't the freedom I had hoped for, but it wasn't too bad either.
No more thoughts. No more sense of self.
Weren't sleep and death supposed to be cousins?
'Let's never wake up again,'
I repeated the order again to put the non-conscious parts of my brain that were still thinking to sleep. I wasn't supposed to think.
I shouldn't be thinking now.
It was as simple as that...
Where was all this pain coming from???
Images came in slow-motion, the separation of Wyatt's head from his body.
Agony...
Sleeping wasn't supposed to be painful. Maybe if I took myself where I wanted to, I could just stay there.
