Green Spots

 

 

My skin crawls and sets itself ablaze at the same time at the vivid, unspeakable memory.

I can’t believe it.

I was literally two seconds away from doing the dirty with a damned, death-dealing demon!

I almost scream, resisting the urge only because the walls are paper-thin and I don’t want to wake my neighbors.

Or my landlord.

I place my palm over my quivering lips, not sure if I’m doing it to calm myself or stifle another scream.

It was just a dream, I tell myself, repeating the words over and over. It doesn’t mean anything.

Logically, I know that.

I do.

But still…

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