My eyes finally give out, exhausted, from staring at a glowing rectangle. My brain pleads for rest, my mattress calls out to me, but as I lay on the softest bed filled with a thousand feathers, it turns into a bed of arrows pierc
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My eyes finally give out, exhausted, from staring at a glowing rectangle. My brain pleads for rest, my mattress calls out to me, but as I lay on the softest bed filled with a thousand feathers, it turns into a bed of arrows pierc