This was the price. If only it could be exacted at once. No, it would be a couple of weeks of this, then he would wake up one morning and the panic would be gone, like an unwanted guest. He got up from the sofa flinging his hands free of themselves and then realized he had taken 3 showers in the past 24 hours and he was building a tolerance to them. They weren't helping. He laid back down. Paul looked at the stereo and realized he would never be OK with anything he put on. The window showed it was a quarter to four. The night had her twists and burdens, but somehow it was less brutal than the day.
His hair felt like it was falling out. A sure sign of mortality, he invited it.
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