Lunar Doldrums - 3

I can’t sleep. Even though I’m so tired, I can’t sleep.

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I just need to close my eyes.

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But I can’t. There are too many frightening things in that darkness.

Too many things I don’t want to think about.

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The sound of the wind blowing through the chimes erases everything.

There’s nobody here but me.

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The servants are all in bed.

Even the assassins are sleeping.

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The planet is heavy in the sky, and I am heavy in my bed, and I can’t sleep.

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Ah, he’s here.

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He always makes such annoying faces.

Just draw your sword.

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The sound of the wind blowing through the chimes and the sound of our swords clashing.

I can’t tell the difference.

I just want to sleep.

It’s relaxing.

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He swings and I counter. I swing and he counters. Like we’re dancing.

There are so many better people to dance with.

Don’t waste your time with me.

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I don’t understand.

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I want to sleep.

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Again and again and again. The chimes ring out as the wind blows.

So quiet.

The wind is soft and the chimes are softer.

And our swords are softer still.

So quiet you can barely hear them.

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Swing and counter. Swing and counter. Without end.

Our dance and the spinning planet.

Unchanging. Meaningless. Purposeless.

But it’s relaxing.

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The sound of the chimes erases everything.

Even his annoying laughter.

If it’s like this.

I can sleep.