The Safe Space

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I stare down at my broken phone. The screen smashed and missing half of the back. I drop it down onto the table and glance down at the watch that grasps to my wrist. 12.00am. The darkness seems to creep in through the windows, grabbing and slamming its hands onto anything that is sat still in the room. My throat tightens and my chest gets weaker.

I tremble and shake in the comforting arms of the sofa. The darkness clamps it's dirty hands on everything around me, the lamps, tables, chairs. The living room crumbled around me as it's consumed by the fear and the uncertainty that I suffer from. Eventually everything but the sofa and me is consumed, everywhere I look, the pitch black seems to be slathered over every surface. I turn so my head is straight forward. My mind clears and my eyes close. To the happy place. I feel the sofa disintegrate beneath me, and I land on a much harder surface,. Yet still comfortable.

My eyes split open and I stare out beyond, in a black lake that is surrounded by shadowy trees in the black of night. Stars that sparkle in the sky leave lights flickering and dancing in the still waters reflection. I look around me and the dirt kicks up around my shoes and is left visible on the white stripes that cover them. I'm sat upon a log that's stuck within the soil. Not naturally placed here but it fell nearby and was pushed over and stabilised to work as a seat. Again I turn my eyesight to the water. The still movement, the slow bristling wind that brushes against the small amounts of shrubbery that surround my haven whistle into my ears. For once I'm safe from the beasts that stay inside my home.

I feel something land upon my hand, soft and familiar. My heart skips a beat as I hear the sweet sound that is all too imbedded in my mind. My head swivels slowly and the feeling on my hand fades. My eyes tear up and I pick it up from the ground. My other hand clasps around my wrist and my breath unsteadies. I begin to wobble back and forth on the log. My safe space is only safe for as long as I know it's in my head.

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