exquisite

Loneliness sharpens the senses; your heightened awareness and pricking ears become so finely tuned they pick up signals that were never even sent. As the night revolves to day and the stars grow pale and weak you sit staring at the screen, working, always working, anything to avoid thinking.
There is brief respite in sleep, but upon awaking the restless shadows of dreams make you uneasy and as the morning routine commences the strange sensation keeps you looking over your shoulder.

Untoward? Perhaps, but there is a distinct satisfaction in completing tasks through the haze of insomnia and fear; the ability to function under duress is highly valuable. Even as your soft bed woos you, the final click of the keyboard sounds smugly even as you rise and stretch.

Let the day rush forth, bring what it will, for humans are built to adapt to change, however much we may dislike it.

Bonne nuit, mes amies.