Screams, I hear them, coming from each angle possible in the universe, and coming from every single hiding place you could imagine. I cry each night while looking out of my bedroom window imagining what it would be like, in real life, to be in one of my nightmares
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Where am I? I wake up with no memory of the night before or how I got to this place. I don't even know what place this is. I hear the howl of a wolf and stagger to the window. What the hell? This isn't the city, just where the hell am I?
The darkness closes in and I welcome the dark oblivion. Perhaps this is just a nightmare?
Then I laugh to myself, I'd prefer the nightmare to my life. Perhaps this time I won't wake up?