irrational fear; you don’t remember closing the door, you don’t know if you locked the windows, if you turned off the stove. The world is wrong, everything outside the edges of the bed are gone, there’s an empty void and in that blackness there is a danger so tangible, so real, that it baffles the senses, it blinds the eyes and mutes the voice, turning every scream into a yawn that fixes itself in horror, sapping the breath, stealing the strength, and bringing the heart to panic in seconds. And I don’t wake up.

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