*The dream had progressed from the sound of clocks ticking across an otherwise impenetrable silence, to the creaking of doors and floorboards heightening in volume and added then to the sound of twigs tapping against the window. He could handle this much. As long as it was only the somewhat freakish sounds, he could handle it. In fact, he found rhythm in the sounds eventually, and with that, he attempted to sing. No sound came from him, however. It seemed that in this strange dream world he was non existent. Merely, a spectator, from somewhere on the outside*
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 08:00:00 +0000
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