It came just as I was falling asleep - an insidious virus that turned my muscles to aching knots and my stomach to a churning pit.
Unable to sleep, I moved through the house in the darkest hours of morning when common sounds become creeping worries and the minutes tick by with a seeming intentional slowness meant to draw out discomfort.
Glowing appliance lights cast misshapen shadows into corners. Every window and mirror became a potential window to an unknown horror. It is during nights such as this that I realize just how little I know of the world around me.
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