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This is another snippet from the Alex Steele novella, The Sandman...
My conscious still bothers
me at times, when I am trying to fall asleep and my memories of the girl make
the night seem a little too dark. I tell myself that I was lying in a hospital
bed, unconscious and drowning inside a drug induced wave while I was having
these dreams and even if I had known at the time what they were (not that I am
even really sure at this point) I could have done no more than I did. I still
ultimately blame myself for what happened in the end, as it is with most people
who are caught up in something beyond their control. Your world becomes filled
with what-ifs, shouldas, and couldas, not wanting to believe that we truly
are only human. At least this is what I tell myself on the nights when sleep
evades me and the girl’s face seeps into the dark corners of my subconscious
and I hear her whisper, “Please.”
Time
passed and my dreams of the Sandman together with my random visits to the
railroad bridge became what resembled a life for me. There may have been other
thoughts during that period that I simply don’t remember and maybe that is for
the best, only time will tell on that accord. I tend to think that anything
else I thought about during that time wasn't all that important, the Sandman
was enough.
