You think it would be easier to get sleep when the lights are perpetually off. It’s just the opposite. No matter how hard I shut out the world, some part of it creeps through the edges. Every creek is an explosion. The ambulance blocks away sound like the Devil’s air raid in my head… I bury my head in the pillow sheets. They still smell like her. My name is Matt Murdock. This is my world.
(Source: snikette)
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