Awake (#21 of 365)

Is it a nightmare or reality?

It crackled in the corner. A street light lit the room dimly through a torn curtain. The sound ate away at me as I curled and clawed in bed.

My imagination. It had to be.

It continued like waterboarding. No rhythm, never stopping. I scraped at my scalp, wishing for it to end. Any of it.

The night thrashed me and I longed for daylight. Routine. I laid and wondered how much the sound was a part of me.

Should I never sleep?

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