Tick Tock [short story]

living nigh[t]mare

Wednesday, August 21st, XXXX ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀03:37

United States of America

NXX XXXX

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I had a nightmare.

At least, I think I had one. I don't know. But I was suddenly awake in the middle of night, with sweat pooling on my forehead and my pillow and wetting my hair, and there was this immense dread. There were tears streaming down my face.

I'm calm now. But I know I won't be able to sleep for the rest of night.

Something is wrong.

Deadly wrong. I know I'm right about this.

I see my counselor on Monday. It might be time to let him see these reports. I've been writing false ones for him to see. I don't want him to "diagnose" yet another thing wrong with me.

But I'm not more fearful of what will happen if this continues. I always have bags under my eyes, and by noon, I find myself wanting to sleep, to drift off.

But I can't. I am less able to sleep in the daytime than at night. It's been nearly a month since this started. I can't avoid help any longer.