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Sleep:The Land of the Nod
Nightfalls...Evening Calls...A child kneels by his bed...Nightly prayers memorized and said. Sweet dreams, your mother coo's and kisses your forehead. Big yawns and tired eyes seeing his mother waving goodbye. No can heard the far away cries, for his bedroom door is sealed with bricks...No escaping these nightmare of tricks. Dusk is gone, the night is long as the impenetrable darkness swallowed the last bit of light. The ceiling above vanished away... Enshroud heights of vast black space, no stars, no moon to guide your way. Endless, infinite space, a darken cosmic blanket that smothers thee. Oddities of unknown creatures circle your bed. Unconscious mind, paralyzed body, death sleep of slumber welcomes "The Land of the Nod" Infernal magic of nefarious nightmares of ambiguity reality, found at the bottom of the rabbit hole, where the Devil doesn't even go. No route of return, no windows of light, no doors of escape, prisoners of the NIGHT !!!
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