Dropped in a place I don't recognize.

All I feel is fear.

The need to run away.

My feet are glued to the ground.

I see the monster running at me, a bull angry at me.

I didn't do anything.

I was just dropped here, with no context.

I close my eyes hoping it will miss me,

but it hits me straight on.

I am jolted awake,

laying in a pool of sweat, confused by my surroundings.

Finally coming to, grounding myself in my thoughts.

Scared of falling back to sleep and having another nightmare.

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