Nightmare

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Every night, they land.

They lurk in the shadows, observing your every move. They fraternize what to expect from you, the subtle shifts in your behaviour as time goes by, the telling signs of sleep descending on your mind. They know your mind so well, for, after all, it’s the berth of their birth.

The second you fall asleep, they transpire in, the ghosts of your memories now circling you in the open. There’s no one to…