I wake up in a cold sweat and take a look around. I always tell myself that the room is empty and tend to believe that this is true. Lying in the bed for more one minute, I listen to the quiet rustles. Darkness and silence draw me in. One has only to close my eyes for a moment and the same vicious cycle occurs. Anton Bulyonov
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