No bad dreams last night, or none that I remember. But I did wake up early being suffocated by that damn demon again, his face close to mine and mocking relentlessly. He always mocks after he’s forced me to witness the unbearable.
Is this some empathic sense I have, or an example of karmic rebalancing as I’ve long suspected, or merely a psychological aberration? I can’t believe it’s the latter since I can find no possible root for its genesis, and the first of them worries the hell out of me.
I wish I could make public the story of our relationship, but I can’t until he’s either dead or at least locked securely away. Besides, how do you tell a story when you don’t know where it began?
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