It comes in, slowly at first, but it moves in waves and it’s impossible to resist. Just like the ocean’s movement it draws you inwards and then further away. It feels as though it’s playing with you as a cat does with the prey it’s caught but not yet decided to kill.
In then outwith a pause in between. It’s akin to an organism breathing however the fear level rises with each fresh cycle.
It has it’s root in that which is unknown.
What does tomorrow hold for me?