Visions/hallucinations
You hear the sound of a dog pacing around in your flat, claws against the floor, the subtle gentle scratch of the wood. The interesting part of it all is that you don’t have a dog.
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You hear the sound of a dog pacing around in your flat, claws against the floor, the subtle gentle scratch of the wood. The interesting part of it all is that you don’t have a dog.
Shit is getting real way too fast and the nights are long, way too long for your liking. In those painstakingly long hours you breathe uncertainty and loneliness seeps, bleeds into your bones.