Dear ghost,
I do slightly crave the urge to sleep forever. Fear not, I do not refer to death. I mean the deep deep slumber that Aurora was cursed with. The kind that makes you dream for thousand years until your soul mate is born and wakes you up. But if i blow my fairy heart away, all that lies is a dreamless sleep with a rapist at the end. No matter how I romantize my monotonous life. In the end, it's a curse. it's the war and wait within that I must conquer. The only reign I need is the one inside.
Yours even as I fear to be.