Fear grapples me in the twilight moment as I fall into slumber. The realisation of time trickling by like loose sands between our fingers, it unsettles me. That no amount of firmness of hold can time be kept within our grasp. If only sleep is a mythological tale, then we can pretend to live forever. How does it feel if sleep is forever? How will it feel waking up on the day of the final awakening. Who will I meet? Who will I remember? Will I remember you? Will I remember me?
