Prologue to minute 3

Ambien? No Ambien? I’m wary, confused and scared. Will sleep aids help me avoid Janet or will they lock me in a cell with her by disabling mind sector 9 where my nightmare sentries reside (Their motto: “Pulling you back from the abyss”)?

I’m afraid of sleep aids. I know terror awaits if I sleep, yet I’m so tired; I need sleep. So tired. So scared. I know Janet’s awaiting, slyly enticing me. Simultaneously seductive and destructive. And she knows I’ll be back. “You’re going to sleep. Eventually.”

I’m so so tired. And afraid. I don’t want to sleep. Three days running on amphetamines hasn’t saved me. Some backwater of my fevered brain always knew it wouldn’t. But I’m desperate. And I’m tired. Bone tired. Damn. Shit. Nooooo.....

“Oh. Hi, Janet.“