oof
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Hey, is this okay?
Can I sleep here for the night?
Do you mind at all?
Am I bothering you?
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.
I find myself awake at this hour.
I can’t sleep.
Monsters crawl across the floor.
Shadows haunt the edges of my vision.
Demons hang from the ceiling.
The questions pop up like fireworks
Sparks flying out
I cover my face, evading them
while fire licks the dark sky
I push my hand over my ears
I don't want to see, to think
It hurts, my head straining
