The Presence of another

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I lull off to sleep, not fully aware of doing so, and my eyes never open, not tonight, this night seems to be blind. I feel her, I've only felt her a few times before, but never have I seen her, she might not have anything to see, but this never troubles me.
This doesn't not feel like a nightmare, but I've never had a good dream, it feels as if there is a warm showering running down my back, and I think she is holding my hand. She seems to be holding it tightly, but I can't feel her fingers, in response to this dilemma, I attempt to feel for my surroundings, but I don't seem to be able to move my arms.
I am under the impression that I'm chained, but even then, I could wiggle my toes, and this minuscule feat seems impossible, but I've never felt strained, I listen for my heart beat only to find myself in a silence unlike anything I've ever heard, it's screaming at me, who's screaming at me?
Why the hell can't I hear her screaming at me? Am I screaming? Is there even screaming here?

I wake up, I move my toes, and I start my day, 1:24 A.M.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 13, 2016 ⏰

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