The Cabin in the Woods

Lying on your bed in the darkness, I count all the things that I know to be true. There aren't many anymore and that might have scared me once, but even the word "once," is barely a shadow in my mind. The past and the future, the day and the night, they are all distant memories to me; concepts as faded as a pastel painting slowly blurring their way from green to gray and then to nothing.

I know I'm in a cabin, somewhere deep in the woods. You drove us here from the city when the r

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