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My Year of Nocturnal Panic

Each night, I faced my fear. Again and again, I went to bed.

I should be asleep

DeathThis feels like death.

Right here, sort of, no.

You’re not scaryYou’re a bed. Sleep is good and I need rest.

Doesn’t it?

sleep hygiene

sleep hygiene

It’s not my fault.


Let it go