I gasp for air. Darkness filled me, enveloping my being completely. Scratching the bottoms of my feet, tugging at my ankles, they whisper in my ear, urging me to join them. Struggling to escape their clutches – I reach for my lamp, enervated.
I gasp for air. Darkness filled me, enveloping my being completely. Scratching the bottoms of my feet, tugging at my ankles, they whisper in my ear, urging me to join them. Struggling to escape their clutches – I reach for my lamp, enervated.
Writing Through The Monotony 
Yikes. I hate that sense of panic in the middle of the night. Really great description.
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Thanks! I realized that I didn’t answer the yeah write ultimate question – which is okay. I’ll answer it next week and hopefully get on the voting grid!
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It happens to all of us from time to time!
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Hope so!
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