It is only four in the morning, but I am awake, blisteringly awake, fan whirring, dog snoring. A wave of something rises up in me—something gelatinous and dark—and I feel my ego-mind scratching at the door that has kept it at bay during my nearly six hours of unconsciousness. It is restless. It is hungry. […]

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