Three or maybe four times last night when trying to fall asleep I lurched suddenly, even violently, upright, my heart pounding not just in anxiety but in fear, like I’d just had the scare of my life.
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Three or maybe four times last night when trying to fall asleep I lurched suddenly, even violently, upright, my heart pounding not just in anxiety but in fear, like I’d just had the scare of my life.