The Tell-Tale Heart by Poe
I mean, the life in the world outside these walls, began to seem like a dream to me. The wild ideas, the dreams inside my head became my real world and then my whole life.
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Those hours of the night were like a page of strange writing that I could not understand.
I never loved Bernice, even during the brightest days of her beauty. My loves have always been in the world of the mind.
Bernice was a Bernice in a dream. I never thought of her as someone real. Bernice was the idea of Bernice. She was something to think about, not someone to love.