I haven't slept in days. The walls wobble around me like Jell-O until I touch them and they become solid, but then the floor buckles underneath me. Still it's better than sleeping.
Because when I sleep, I dream, and I dream of him.
He chases me, laughs at me, plays with me like a cat plays with a mouse. I dare not even close my eyes anymore. His face is there. He grins that toothy grin that haunts me in the waking world.
I see people and shapes that are not there. I wonder if I'm asleep. Maybe he's gone.
Maybe.
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