They say its noon, but with my curtains drawn the light doesn't hurt so much. I like the darkness, I can just lie here. I feel numb, but last night I was alive, at least I think I was. The clock ticks like thunder, I look at it on the wall mocking me. In and out of sleep I slip, in some kind of weird trippy dream. Is it night yet, can I get up and see the stars. No the suns still up, dam it! My head feels like it will explode if the sun doesn't go down, the darkness is stale, I want to open the window so I can get some cool night air, but the sun won't go down. Tick Tock goes the mocking clock. I slip back into a comatose state. The drugs don't really help, but I can't tell through the haze. The doctors say I am doing well, but I am just slipping into the abyss waiting for the sun to go down.