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He needed sleep, he had witnessed too much for the day and the only way he would bypass all what he saw and felt that day was if he fell on his soothing soft foam.

He didn't steady his paces as usual, he walked with haste with this rage inside him, like he was on a mission or perhaps a journey, possibly a journey of slumber, and would not be caught up for any discussion whatsoever.

He walked into his room and slammed the door behind him, locking it in other to avoid any other entrance apart from himself.

He stood by the door, he placed his head on the wooden door while his left hand was holding the door knob, and his countenance had changed completely.

What was he thinking of at the moment? Would the door be able to comfort him now in his days of torment or plagues?

He left the door and took off his clothes, his eyes were red but tears could never fall down his cheeks, he was too strong to let his emotions get the better side of him, or maybe it had already.

He laid on his bed, and h