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Insomnia does strange things to some people. It allows you to think outside the realm of common sense. You can do anything you want to. It�s like a natural high. Except it comes right before a huge crash.

Once he realized that the sky was blue. That part was obvious. But the biggest part was when he also realized that he could change the color of the sky to whatever he wanted. He�d just have to add the right amount of color. Like red. Because red and blue make purple and he�d always wanted a purple sky.

It took about six months to get enough tubs of red paint to change the sky. What was even harder was hiding it from his friends. Finally, on a cool day, right before sunset started, he threw all the paint into the sky and waited for it to fly up and swirl.

It came back down and splattered all over him and the roof. He stood there for the rest of the day and night trying to figure out what went wrong.

He had a hard time explaining why he was covered in red paint. At first they had thought it was another suicide attempt. Where had they gotten that idea? He hadn�t thought of using his blood to paint the sky in ages. First, he didn�t have enough red to paint the sky. Second� well, the second didn�t matter, especially because of the first.

It�s 4:23 AM.

He�s now been awake for eight days, twenty-three hours, fifteen minutes, and six seconds.

Now he wants to try and paint the sky purple again. He still has some old paint from last time. He�s sure it�ll work. Last time he forgot to fly the paint up to the sky himself. This time he�ll remember. He even has a great start off spot picked.

Right by the edge in front of his beloved�s window. So when they wake up they can look out and see him flying� painting the sky�

Not on the ground sopped in red.

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