narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface, but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity. now here's another story; logical       Function: "keeps me awake".. awake? caffeine, it must be friend of mine. this body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced. I'm so tired, so verily tired...       is it day already? one of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality I had in months. I'm tired... (I never want to wake up). but sleeping seems       of questions. guess I must hit the reset button. and my comfortable world crumbles again, leaving me defenceless against the outside.       shaken and afraid, I'm filled with remorse and disgust at the reflection provided by this dark mirror in front of me. staring back at me, laughing at       me. wait, wait, for how long must I wait? until it starts again... and I'm saved. windows to my freedom, my life. my head hurts... aching a pleasant      disease. my head hurts... aching a pleasant disease! brand new, my world is at last.