![]() ![]() Wait, why is the closet open? I always shut it. Only the full clothes hamper next to the closet, a guilt-stained reproach from the laundry I’ve avoided washing all week. And that hunched mound across the way, it’s nothing. 3:03, plenty of time to get back to sleep before work. There, that’s my nightstand with the red numbers blaring across the silent face of the alarm clock. My eyes snap back open as a gasp hitches in my chest. The creak shouldn’t happen in a house of sleeping people, and you begin to catalog those familiar surroundings just in case. ![]() You curl up in your snuggly blanket, secure until there’s a small noise. It’s your room, a beloved sanctuary, and a soothing wave of relief sweeps across your frozen muscles. The delicate skin of your eyelids flutters as you struggle to adjust your vision to the initially impenetrable darkness. You know that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night? Everyone gets it-fuzzy and disoriented, caught between a dream and reality. ![]()
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