Tick. Tock. The depths of night come upon us as if it were taunting us. Reminding us of the sleep we are not getting. Of the sweet dreams in which we are deprived. It is us, the night dwellers, who feel the most pain. Tick. Tock. It is us who cry the most tears while they sleep. It is us who wish to be them. We are the envious ones. We are the weak ones. We are us. They are them. Tick. Tock. Except, we are not weak. We are the strong. It is them who fear to go through what we go through every night. It is they who fear us. We walk around while they fear us, a walking reminder of their biggest fear. We walk around while they bring us down for being what they are not. For being us. For being their nightmares. Tick. Tock. And throughout our night the clock taunts us. For each and every tock it gives to us, it is one less tick we have within our forces to give back to them. As those who fear us take on their fear, a nightmare is no longer needed to keep them at bay. They have become what they least wished; a piece of our army. One nightmare is lost while one joins us. Tick-
