From beyond the horizons of his interpretations, Trevor heard the noise.

     Like before it conquered his world, dulling everything seen and heard, the only sensations he was allowed in this domain. Whirring images blurred, and were replaced by contours and silhouettes that he had forgotten would fade. They always did, Trevor would soon realize, like he had realized countless times before.

     With panic ensuing in his mind for a split second, his muscles jolted and woke him up. The alarm from his clock residing on his night stand let out it`s monotone, relentless foreboding of a new day starting. Escalation was not present in its constant ringing, but Trevor felt otherwise in regard to his sanity.

     Like each morning, he hurriedly attempted to turn it off. Like each morning, he couldn`t seem to remember what button to press in order to make it stop. The large one at the top screamed obviousness, but one thing he remembered among all the things lost, was that the task at hand was not so easily undertaken.

     Desperate hands combated the alarm clock, all the while straining the one string from which his sanity hung. Recollections of previous events like this one eluded him, though he knew each morning was the same. Frustration seethed from a basic sadness and emerged like carbonic acid released from pressure. The wire of clarity seemed on the verge of tearing once again.

     How could it be so, when crazy and sane had been two areas in which one foot stood each time. Always an inhabitant of both, always when waking to the reality of that which he sought to abolish endlessly.

     From mental corners light years away, the truth whispered of its presence.

     Now only seconds after waking, pressing down the right button to silence the alarm was as easy as he wished all efforts in life were. Sitting up on the bed not much so, but still delightfully easy compared to everything else.

     A new day had started, a new hope enveloping hatred and sadness.

     An entire spectrum of human emotions spawning from sadness.

     Sadness, hope, hatred, glee. A ran sack of all knowable things. Trevor rubbed his face with tired hands and got up from bed. The fluffy carpet mingling with his toes brought unforeseen cheer.

     Only a few strides were made towards the bathroom before entering it. There, a young face met him in the mirror, telling of  many unspent years, telling of eyes that were spent already. The previous haze of past memories gently folded itself into the back of his mind, allowing very much needed relief in. In the mirror, Trevor wondered beyond imagination. The limitations of his way of thinking was a hindrance he did not dislike, but was baffled at.

     Lost here, in a flash of knowing. Lost here forever and never, why not wish its end, he asked himself.

     A new day was starting, time to get it over with.