I froze. My arm was exposed. Naked flesh dangling over the abyss. I waited for the claws, the cold fingers, the whisper. But instead, I felt something brush my knuckles.
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As I grew to understand the monster inside my bed, it began to transform. It was no longer a terrifying creature, but a reminder of my strength. It was a symbol of my resilience, my ability to face my fears. the cold fingers