She kept having dreams about random means of transportation- specifically elevator and metro train. Always going up and usually very nearly missed. To her it seemed obvious these dreams meant something about the direction of her life, yet she couldn’t seem to place any distinct interpretation.
Standing in the doorframe of her pantry, deciding between scooping the peanut butter with Oreos or with whole grain wheat corn chips, she looked down at the floor where the refrigerator next to her bookended a nasty little dustpan and hand broom. As she averted her eyes downwards, a shadowed figure came up behind her and closed the door. She was swept up into the darkness and suddenly overwhelmed by a scent of mismatched and misplaced food. “Well that certainly isn’t mine” she thought to herself. After which she began to freak out.
Panic engulfed her. She banged on the door and tried the door knob. It rattled, but would not open. Who was in her house?! The darkness seemed to be getting darker. She hadn’t been anywhere this dark in years. She slept with a nightlight, always had. Just know she was beginning to remember why.
She tried recalling what she had been taught at therapy, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. As her mind searched back in time, it also discovered the buried fears she had associated with darkness, in turn cancelling out any therapeutic reminders she came across.
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