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I wake up in a startle. Not again. It's late. Well... actually it's not that late. I pull off the covers. I feel all hot and slimy. Like a mosquito being trapped in tree sap. I grip my head. The howls still fill my ears. I can hear her laughing at me. Tears start forming in my eyes."

"Al?" Antony wakes up.

Fuck.

"Are you alright?" He looks up at me.

"I'm...fine." I wipe the tears off my face. 

"You want to talk about it babe?" Antony asks.

"Are you not gonna let me go otherwise?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Nope." He shakes his head. 

I rest my head upon the pillow. Antony sits on top of me. I look up at him. He leans down to my face.

"So come on, come on." He says.

"I'm just stressed." I say.

"Yeah, no shit." Antony says. 

"It's just... everything is spinning out of control." I say.

"Well... make it simpler." Antony says.

"How?" I ask.

"I don't know. Just figure it out." Antony says.

"You are kind of bad at pep talks." I say.

"Eh. I'm right though." He says. 

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