As the days grew even more unforgiving, the personified sloth was once again at night's mercy, retreating to bed without a second thought. It was only several hours ago where he, along with his partner, were in constant motion, promoting their latest single as well as attending several conferences regarding their plans to collabora--
No. The stress was circling at his head,
this won't do at all, thought the perpetually dazed man.
It was there that Minho sluggishly slips into the comfort of his covers, the only place where he wouldn't awkwardly stick out like a sore thumb or a second dick-- he would wait to fall into the pit of slumber because aside from what he was artificially made to do, Minho was specifically built for absolutely nothing, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
When he was to awaken, in his own world, where everything succumbed to his conscience, it was only there where he felt at ease.
His eyes shot wide as he found himself standing in a dark void, the stars being his only light source, nonetheless it was rather difficult to make out where he was. One thing's for sure- he was not in his own dream.
There's stress biting at the tight strings of his scant sanity, and waves of drowsiness threatening to take him away into the depths of unconsciousness where the defending walls of his mind are at their lowest tides. The pain pounds at his nerves and the echoes are almost achingly audible and he presses the pads of his fingers to his temples, attempting to dismiss the constant headaches.
Everything becomes more blurred and the difficulty to drag himself around multiplies. The tiredness in his bones finally excuses the world and convinces him to loosen his strings and collapse onto his bed. There's patches of warmth where his blanket coils over and his squirms closer to press himself into the pillow that smells of chrysanthemum and tinges of fresh shampoo. He shuts his eyes and embraces the darkness that soon fades into visions of colour spectrum. Baekhyun's mind condenses and thoughts become a little too heavy for him to bear with complete consciousness—
the state between realism
He recalls flashes of lucidity and expects the control of himself to slip from his fingertips and he waits for the feeling of exhaustion to collapse and knock him into another day of sunrise.
He waits, but there's nothing.
Baekhyun struggles to tear his eyes away from the endless scenes of dim. He makes attempts to pry them open, but the darkness remains enveloped around him and the floating streaks of light have vanished into the thin layers of atmosphere, leaving only scarce star twinkles.
There's a nauseous feeling in his stomach when something clicks and everything snaps into place. He has trashed away the urge for sleep to sweep him away, and he senses obvious chills that've creeped up his neck.
The darkness is unsettling.
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