Coffee is something I could never live without.
What a silly way to start my story, but it is truly something I have grown accustomed to since I... Since.. I woke up.
From a nightmare which I cannot remember somehow. I have no way of describing what it was like. But I feel it somehow, when I close my eyes. Whispering cold breaths I shiver to. Something sharp lightly scraping my skin. My ears ringing from screams I cannot decipher the means.
I feel them.
Just there.
Waiting for my surrender.
Since waking up. I feared closing my eyes. The coffee helps. Easing the pain I feel within caused by the unknown feelings.
Figuratively.
Literally.
They're here.
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