When I was a child, I used to create my dreams to help me fall asleep. I try to remember happy memories, and that’s where my ideas come from.
I do not remember when and how it ended though. One night, I was laying in my bed, anxious and couldn’t sleep. I tried to reminisce happy memories; I tried to create my dreams. I tried with all my might, but I failed.
There’re no more happy thoughts to serve as my lullaby.