Dreaming of Screams

He woke sweating from nightmares of reaching, grasping tentacles uncurling from pits of darkness. He licked his lips to wet them and tasted the screams dried there, bitter and tangy. The sheets twisted around his feet, and he struggled to kick free and sit upright, shaking the last vestiges of the dream from the dusty corners of his mind. 

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