I’ve been dreaming of darkness, of floating redly through silence. I’ve been waking up curled around myself, knees hugged to chest. Every day is too cold, now. I don’t want to think, don’t want to be where I am. The world is too complex, too stunningly large. I long for somewhere soft and warm to curl up and drift away: wake me when it’s over.
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