𝓢leep is for the weak; or so they say. Despite vigorous resistance, eyes gradually close shut; head leaning against’s the couch’s padding. Nightmares persist, never had she thought she’d dread sleep so profoundly.

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Achy, nimble fingers —— she's 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 to place the pen down and cease writing. Perhaps it's time for some coffee. Anything to 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 sleep.

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𝓟rone to exhaustion, senses betray her — head now languidly leaning against the 𝓻eader’s shoulder for rest, eyes succumbing to tenebrosity. Excuse her. It has been a long, exasperating morning.

╱ I'm BACK. just finished the fourth season yesterday. Absolutely insane.