comfort in fear | saturday prose

comfort in the nothingness piece

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It is in the sleepiness of stillness in the unwinding of the night, that we are most perceptible to the shattering reality of discomfort.

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Footsteps drag themselves through leaves outside my window, and rather than only drawing nearer, they move in some languid orbit. It is in this moment I can feel my heart so intensely that my ears grow warm, my tongue swells thick. It is in this moment I realize how perfectly my right leg fits on top of my left under the heat of bed sheets, as I myself am both perfectly made and perfectly afraid. I am comfortable feeling this discomfort, so I waste time waiting for the footsteps to stop. Stupor of sleep, stupor of sleep…

~Sammicakes

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