An excerpt of one of my earlier versions of “...and Kiss the Cold Goodnight.”
“His soul sleeps tonight. And every night. Until he can reclaim and claim a life that wasn’t his in the first place. But he wants it. He desires this fabricated world that’s falling apart before his eyes. This is the tale of a broken Hart, and his desperate realization that all he believes may simply be unbelievable. So he sleeps. Until these nightmares come to wake. Him. Up.”
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