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Fear Stalks My Dreams
I'm lost in an unforgiving jungle! The trail I'm following is sporadic and confusing and as the undergrowth closes in, it's suffocating; making it nearly impossible to breathe. The high humidity leaves me drenched in sweat; the heat is unbearable; my every muscle screams. Panic is spreading! Chills creep up my spine, and I taste fear's bitter dregs on my tongue; its pungent odor wafting from every pore. Like a mantra, my mind keeps repeating a desperate prayer; "Please, God, save me." The ground under my feet feels spongy, and I hear the rustle of hidden terrors in the leaf debris. Whatever possessed me to attempt this hike? As darkness descends, the dense canopy has me entombed. My face is a scarlet mask of scratches, and acid tears burn my cheeks! The pounding beat of my heart is overpowering, and I collapse into a sobbing heap. Fear stalks my dreams in an exhaustive sleep; unsure if I'll ever awaken, or even wish to.
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