Opposites

Some nights, I do like to stay inside. It's human, really. I'm just so tired these days and I feel bad for letting people down but I absolutely must let the sleep overtake me. And yet, on the nights when I need it most, the wild creatures I've befriended and become, sit outside my window and torment me. They won't let me leave them alone. They won't let me quit now. Some kind of friends they are. I'll quit when I'm damn well ready to.

I'm absolutely sure nobody has ever felt like this before.

I'm sure of it.