Sleep…
How wondrous. A moment of rest, a break from the world.
A time where you don't think, don't do anything.
You simply drift off into the darkness, unable to determine whether or not you'll wake up tomorrow.
A moment where you give up control of your life and drift off into the infinite void.
A period of vulnerability where you entrust your life to those around you.
But when you're stuck in this hellhole, in the depths where everyone around you was your enemy, could you really drift off into that peaceful nothingness?
Luke feared.
He feared what might happen if he didn't keep his eyes open.
The cold stares of the other children scanning the room.
None of them dared to sleep.
For sleeping in this situation meant death.
Luke felt as though he was in a pit of ravenous animals, waiting to tear him limb from limb.
He repeatedly bit his arm, forcing himself to stay awake. His eyes feeling heavier by the moment.
