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Something inside me is squirming and skulking. it started at about two AM, when I got freezing cold for no particular reason. The hot tub was tepid, the moon bounce too difficult when wet to bounce on to warm. Blankets led to group groping, which led to some warmth, but when we settled in for sleep, the constant draft beneath us sapped in, leaving us cold to the core. In the morning, the feeling of Wrongness that had visited me the night before was deepened. Mind too muddled by hung over to be truly skittish, I instead spent the morning feeling uncomfortable, disturbed. Coming home abraded raw roommate drama, but it didn't feel related to the crawling skin. A nap afterwards was filled with dischordant dreams even though I was thoroughly kitten cuddled, and still, now, hours later, my gut mutters that Something Is Wrong, deeply and doomingly, but if it knows what, it's not talking. Happy new year? I'll let you know in a few days. |
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