3 am Thoughts.

Fear

Fear consumes us.

Especially when I can feel your rancid breath on the back of my neck.

Your darker presence looming at my back.

I feel goosebumps rise on my skin
And my hands, they same ones you've held in such a domineering way, shake.

I feel my legs wobble as I continue up the stairs.

I remember what your large palm felt like on my kneecap; forceful and demeaning.

I almost trip and fall.

Yet, somehow, I make it up the steps with your guiding shadow.

And, turning around, I notice,

You weren't even there.