An anxious breath takes its stand on a board far from alive. The cushions collapsing from sheer weight, empty emotions, light, wordsmiths.
A creak was heard.
From far behind the walls of the confined room lay a daring mark. Bright with empathy. A force utterly unknown by the body laying awake at this time. Subtle shifts of weight, impending doom. Stories created in the pressure. A serial rapist, a stalker, a drunken woman, a wolf. Outrageous, it was a hype. Seemingly true, utmostly real. Nothing would compare to the moment of truth.
Thoughts and imaginations gathered together and ran wild like homestead pets with a door left open. A faint and rapid breathing was heard.
From the slightly opened door scampered a small dog that carried on to the next room. The held breath was unleashed, false alarm.
Thank you.
Without-Arms Community Member 
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