Tim continued to scream as he opened his eyes to the surrounding darkness. For one terrifying moment, he thought that he was lost within the void, but, as his vision adjusted, he could make out the shapes of his dresser and air conditioner. With his heart still pounding like a runaway train, he breathed in deeply and sharply—shivering as the frigid air of his bedroom penetrated his lungs; the realization that he was safe inside of his Gramercy Park apartment had not yet taken hold, and his hands shook violently as he held them up to his face.
He stared at their dark outlines, breathing rapidly as cold beads of sweat formed at his hairline, breaking free and sluicing slowly down his pallid brow. As his hyperventilation quelled, he sat up and reached out...
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