Literature
Self Journey
I wake up in the middle of the darkest night I've ever experienced, cold and with a feeling of great loss.
Not knowing what is missing, only that it is missing, I traverse through the jungle that is my room.
I step on countless things that I don't recognize, moving and quivering under my feet.
Upon reaching where I assume the door is situated I claw forwards in an attempt to refine it's location.
I bang my hand on the doorknob. I wait a few moments to make sure the noise has woken no one.
The bathroom is close, and the only source of a mirror. Light is out of the question at this hour.
I'm uncomfortable. I move around until I'm not.
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