"All Consumed and Spent by the Panic"

#0111. We are all consumed and spent by the panic. It comes for us especially in the middle of the night. As your brain devolves into its hypnogognic fantasias, the panic creeps in through the slender crack in your eyelids, through your nostrils, through your mouth, through your ear canals. The panic creeps in and stays. Heart races. Lungs ache. You are in its thrall. We all find ourselves subject to it. Under siege. You cannot fight it. It won the battle before you even knew you were at war.