Hokay. I totally lied. I've been running. I HAD TO run. As much as I love reading,
House of Leaves is eating me alive. I've had four nights of terrible sleep, I have to keep the lights on and know where my boyfriend is at all times. I'm constantly closing doors, I even went to the trouble of cleaning up my closet so that I could contain the threatening darkness that plagues me at all hours of the day.
I had to run.
Something about physically running makes me feel better. Like maybe, if I run fast enough, I can outpace the horror that is always just a few steps behind me. I can't see it, but I feel it. The hairs stick straight up on the back of my neck to give me warning: don't turn around.
Running helps.
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