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Fishnet impressions cut into the wall paint as passing car headlamps momentarily shine across conversational window treatments. Shadow imaginations playfully dance. Half-lidded eyes capture slight movement and a barely coherent consciousness begins to develop scenarios. First, subtle impressions of cats of sills and tree branches scrapping across tempered glass… but then, a more sinister feeling takes hold an encroaching doom and impending dread fills nearly sleeping veins. Trapped in stasis, hovering, knowing sounds have meaning but totally lacking any muscle control… fear takes charge and paranoia settles in for the night. Certain that each creaking board is a maniacal killer bent on committing a random and horrific ****** sweat beads on a forehead desperate for the ability to hide under a sheet. Compressor switching on as the refrigerator activiates sends new visions of forcible theft and gang **** swirling. Mental images of criminals in ski masks penetrating the spouse and laughing carry a restless mind quietly back to sleep, as the low, dull hum of the hot water heater gives the house peace for the night.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Right Before Dozing Off
Fishnet impressions cut into the wall paint as passing car headlamps momentarily shine across conversational window treatments. Shadow imaginations playfully dance. Half-lidded eyes capture slight movement and a barely coherent consciousness begins to develop scenarios. First, subtle impressions of cats of sills and tree branches scrapping across tempered glass… but then, a more sinister feeling takes hold an encroaching doom and impending dread fills nearly sleeping veins. Trapped in stasis, hovering, knowing sounds have meaning but totally lacking any muscle control… fear takes charge and paranoia settles in for the night. Certain that each creaking board is a maniacal killer bent on committing a random and horrific ****** sweat beads on a forehead desperate for the ability to hide under a sheet. Compressor switching on as the refrigerator activiates sends new visions of forcible theft and gang **** swirling. Mental images of criminals in ski masks penetrating the spouse and laughing carry a restless mind quietly back to sleep, as the low, dull hum of the hot water heater gives the house peace for the night.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
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