Loose Fiends

The lights went out.

Well, four of five them did. Last night, in my bedside lamp.

Too late to get up to fix it, I suffered the murky dark… and found claustrophobic thoughts nesting in my pillow. Nuzzling up to my anxiety like loose fiends.

Jerry-rigging tentpoles to hold up my ceiling was briefly considered.

Seriously.

Enough said.

I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for the morning.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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