Not Exactly
I think a think. Then it is decided.
Run into the woods. Grab first bear. It attacks. I sleep.
No more monsters. No more terrors.
I see wolves.My dreams are better than real life. Music plays. So do sounds. Some music I do not like. Make it stop I plea.
I awake. "No" I scream. The terrors are back.
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