Spaz in the Dark

I don’t want to be home alone, and I don’t want to go to sleep. I’m afraid the Dark might eat me. I’m afraid I might be losing. I hate having to call the doctor. It always feels like defeat, but I suppose a call to pick me up is better than a call to dig me out.

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