The danger is inches from your face. You press into it every night, trusting its softness, never questioning what it’s slowly becoming. You wash the case, you smooth the sheets, you tell yourself clean is what you can see. But inside, the quiet layers are thickening. Skin, sweat, dust, and time don’t disappear—they si… Continues…
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