Dreams On a Sleepless Night
Dreams On a Sleepless Night The first thing I notice is the smoke—the smell of it. An acrid, cloying stink overwhelms my senses and crawls over me like a billion ethereal tendrils. Fear grows inside: a grotesque, unyielding terror. It saturates me until my eyelids feel frozen shut. I am sick to my stomach. I hurt so badly… Read More »
