I have spent a lifetime of trudging through the darkness in the hopes of finding something more. Restless and groggy, I roam past the bedrooms of sleeping children searching for a special resting spot, looking to find a companion to hold me tight and tell me I'm loved. Loneliness is so tiring it can drive one insane.
Date of Death: 5/27/40
Favorite Scent: Lavendar
Nightcap: Chamomile tea with curdled milk
Dream Occupation: Sleep therapist
Favorite place to nap: Floating on black clouds of pollution
Lullaby: Comforted by the moans caused by horrible nightmares