On sleepless nights like these, Norman was left alone with his thoughts. They were louder than the sound of laughter, when the kids ran under the gentle light of the midday sun. They were more piercing than the ice on mom’s glare. They were scarier than the footsteps of demons approaching his hideout.
Intrusive thoughts, were the proper word for it. They kept flashing on his mind like lightning through a storm; the blood running through the cobble, the flowers morphing red, the color leaving those familiar eyes... Norman was awoken even before he was fully asleep. So, he turned away from the bed, and into the kitchen. On sleepless nights like these, Norman was trying to flee from a burden that hung heavy on his shoulders, and never seemed to be able to shake off.
So, he found the closest thing to a solution than he could. Heavy steps led him to the kitchen, silent as he could be, to then get a glass and get some milk. There was comfort on acting like a child when there was no one he had to protect no one to be strong for. The milk, the silence, the subtle buzz of the refrigerator, all seemed to ground him in place--
The door creaked, and before Norman could hide, someone had joined him through his sleepless night.
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