Sleep Escapes

As always I sit, sleep has escaped my body, unwilling to even close my eyes anymore. I find myself drifting in thought, constantly realizing I am staring outside the house I lay in. I can not tell if it is my own mind that makes me drift to the window, or if it something out there, watching me.

The dark stares at me, and I stare back, but I cannot tell what I am staring at.

Hell, I’d rather not find out.

Search is going as well as it always is, found some new files,

To the search.

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