The Blanket
Confusion sets in, then darkness follows. glimpses of reality like sun beams break through. A face appears in the night. Featureless, emotionless, a look of stone. this face it chills me to the bone. Time goes by, then back to the real. but the real is what I really fear. So back to the abyss I try to be, I realize the darkness a blanket for me.
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