This was how I “slept”. Me being slid into a metal shelf, like in a hospital’s morgue, never really falling asleep, just lying there my eyes wide open. However, I could still have dreams. But these dreams were more like thoughts that I controlled. In the broken-down state that my mind was in, I could drift out of consciousness near any time I want, not including my sessions in the capsule.
I didn’t want to have dreams, though. One way or another, they would be haunted by the horrible things my mind has experienced.
I just stayed awake, my eyes getting more and more used to the darkness with every second. Eventually, I would be able to pick a particular scratch in the metal, and focus on it for the duration of my “sleep”.
If only…|...ylno fI