Woke up at 1 AM.
Bad thoughts running through my head. Being devoured by the Bad Things® that used to live under the stairs and in the utility room of my old house, and having to fight them off with a sword made out of a cardboard tube. Remembering with the belief of an 8-year-old the monsters that lived in Dark Places.
Waking up to the fear of being alone, disgust and self-loathing bubbling to the surface like molasess.
Don't wanna go back to bed. Don't wanna stay awake.
Don't wanna be in my head at all.