Originally written for the LJ community disney_uberland Drabble challenge.

Prompt: Midnight
Affiliation: Team Ariel

The Clock Strikes

Woody hated late evenings the most.

During the day, it was much easier. Certainly there was a lot to worry about, and he had the others to take care of, but he didn't mind. If he was busy, then it was easier to pretend nothing was wrong.

But when everyone was asleep, he no longer had anything to keep him distracted. Once it reached that time and he was alone with his thoughts, the illusion was broken, and he had to see things as they actually were.

And he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready for the dream to end yet.