dark_matter raze one night, too many years ago now to pinpoint on the plot map of your past, you saw him at the foot of your bed, naked and stooped. he was where a pedestal fan should have stood, baffled by his own presence in a place you were sure he couldn't be. it jarred you from the sleep you hadn't yet slipped into. at the same time, on the same night, he saw you in his room holding a box of vegetable crackers and screamed. you wonder about this sometimes. how the strangest things terrify us when we aren't fully awake. how an image that should be innocuous, if not comforting, can be made to seem sinister when there's so little light for it to lap up. how even love can look like danger in the dark. 260330 what's it to you? who go blather from