The nights haunt me.

Every other night is a horror movie, with me trying to be the

final girl to survive in the end.

I wouldn't call them dreams,

but they aren't nightmares either,

They are slightly anxiety inducing,

to make the next morning become a boggy swamp,

with my legs stuck in the mud.

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