everyone as individual | fiction

short story

everyone as individual in Berlin | fiction

Last night I slept with the light on for the first time since I was a child. In the morning I woke drenched in sweat consumed by a sense of terror. It wasn’t enjoyable, awaking from this kind of subconscious. I had dreamed and woke alone in a space that is temporary, one that would never belong to me, feel as th…