Tuesday Telly

It's that dream again.
I'm running.
Running so fast.
Up steps, grey faded steps
Someone, something is catching up on me
3rd flight, 4th flight, 16th.
I'm panting, breath is running low, my chest tightens.
My heart's telling me to stop, brain's pushing me on
I can't seem to stop. I can't.
It will get me.
Where... where are you?

I'm losing my breath.

Up another 3 flights, up and up.
Where does it end?
I reach a corridor. It's a long way down
my only escape.
Run, run.
Faster Laura.
It's catching up on you.
Inches.
There's a door, a gated door.

I'm losing my mind.

The Door opens, I see you.
Open the gate, open the gate
It's coming.
What's coming?
It.
I'm screaming, still running.
Almost there, falling.
Open the gate, open the gate!
why are you just starring?
I wrench at the gate, it won't swing.
Help...Me...
I'm begging.
A metre.
Inch.
Suffocating
I fall into a dizzy frenzy, the last image of you.
Crying.
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