Every Wake wakes me to the distinct possibility that the next wake that wakes me may be a Wake for me.
I see the corridor that leads to the anti-room, but I don't plan on going down it too soon.
If I keep my eyes closed then the cold can't affect me, can't see me or touch me, if I keep my eyes on the inside.
I think I worry about things, thinking I think, perhaps if I worry then the cold man won't hurry to get me, if I keep my eyes closed and don't step on the cracks, ah forget about the cracks and that's what attracts him the cracks running through me the cracks only I see, but the cold man sees too.