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I whiff the reek of the thing in the corner

from my prone position, angle my gaze

at the pocket of shadow containing it.

Choking on acrid mouthfuls of night I

watch it hulk to the ceiling, all teeth and

lonely eye. I know this terror, I’ve been

here before. This numb fragility in the

face of a nightmare, the futile battle to

wrest control from the unruly whirl of

the mind’s weather. It leans over me in

a terrible bend, sniffs the aura of my fear

with a pair of torn nostrils. A last gasp

before I’m swallowed in its lurid maw,

another darkened dreamscape casualty.