#Here we watch as Womp suffers the consequences of not going to bed at a usual time and now can't sleep

[womp-womp-waa]

Anytime anything bad happens to Aiden he always find himself in the same place each time without fail.

His bedroom.

This room was like a drug. Always pulling him back in whenever something goes wrong. He hates it. He promises that he does. He despises the barely decorated room, the plain white ceiling that he stares into. Inspecting every inch of it when he finds himself trapped in his bed, a mindless task as he mind runs ramped with thoughts that haunt him.

When he was younger it was usually the same thoughts that plagued him. But now it's changed, but hasn't everything? Nothings the same as it was. Whether thats for better or for worse is unknown yet. While the dreams he has are infected with phantoms, blood and gore. The phantom realm is impossible to avoid even in the normal world where everything should be fine. Even in sleep where nothing other than a persons mind can hurt them. There's no solace from this endless suffering that's brought on by the phantom realm.

Each night brings a new set of nightmares to endure. Lying in his bed, one that brought him so much pain and relief. He stares at the walls as his blanket covers his body. Failing the battle against fighting the urge to stay in bed where nothing feels real and time passes by peacefully leaving him alone in this tranquil room.

Maybe when he falls asleep everything will be all one nightmare. Maybe it'll turn out that Aiden's whole life was nothing but a bad dream to an innocent child. Maybe then everything will be okay.