Tossing. Turning. Kicking the sheets. Screaming - but I can't wake the warm body next to me. Lately, her embrace feels cold. And yet, it's not her. She is still my soul's ideal companion. It's me
. I can't go there. I won't go there. What lies beyond is more terrifying than one can imagine... and I cannot go back. Has mankind ever known anything more mysterious? I can't control where this person will drift in the night.
You wouldn't know it.