AmazingHat

One, two, three, four... The numbers passed through Match's mind in an annoyed monotone, the boy's eyes shut tightly.  He was trying to imagine sheep jumping over a fence, or standing in a field. Five, six, seven... eight, nine.. In his mind, however, it was too bright.  However many times he tried to darken the sky in his mind, everything just got brighter.  The sheep were glowing by the time he got to eleven, and he decided to give up on those damned fluffy creatures.  Instead, he let his mind wander as he burried himself under his blankets, holding an extra pillow tight between his arms. You should probably go home now... The thoug