Your presense sensed, eyes too heavy to open. My pulse is racing. My heart is in my throat. Did I twitch, did you notice? My breathing is soon to become whimpers. My focus is on staying steady, not moving. I strain to hear you, yet a fraction of a move could mean the worst for me.
Where are you?
Why have you preyed upon me, yet again?
This is it.
Eyes open.
Nothing.
You haunt me.
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