Woke up to the air in the room stale and thick as glue. Something pushing in my head, behind my eyes trying to get out. Applying so much pressure that in the moments when it fades I wonder if my head will implode, collapse in on itself. If I’m quiet and stay still I can almost hear it briefly, but it knows I’m looking and hides - I picture it
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