i woke to a loud crash of thunder. it was three thirty in the morning. my dog, curled up on the foot of my bed, lifted her head to my door. the room was lit by a flash of lightning. i see a silouhette standing in my room. i shrink under my covers. its early, and im still in a dream like state. another surge of light. there is a man in my
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