Total Midnight

I hauled myself up the nightstand drawer pulls and slipped onto the dark walnut surface. Beside the clock lay a thick, contoured blackout sleep mask with a heavy elastic band. It was completely light-sealed—dense memory foam molded to shut out every stray photon. I wedged the padded contour right against my snout and goggles, letting the band pull taut across the back of my hood until total midnight snapped over my vision. Not a single glare cuts through this shield. Everything is silent, the apartment is locked down, and if anything disturbs this perimeter while I rest, they will answer to me. and why did bro turn into a bear