last night, at 5:30 am, I was asleep, dreaming of ice cubes or caps, when I woke up crying and rolling around in bed, sweating, heart stuttering. while my balmy heart hiccupped, and rolled ruthlessly around its ribcage, I opened the window beside my bed and, wrapped in quilt, tried to coax the cold, knifed air into my lungs, when, in the deep shadows of the trees, I saw three angular alien beings, hiding.

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