The sleepless nights blend into one trembling and sweaty fever dream.
My eyes are closed but I am shown an array
Of corridors, unsteady
windows,
that open and close, battered bunk beds, and strangers that linger between categories of familiar and unknown.
Although their faces mutate and shape shift into various forms their auras remain fixed.
They fall into one of two roles in each lucid nightmare.
Either an eager helper or a vicious hunter.
