I rub the blanket across my cheek, trying to ground myself.
I feel your skin instead burning and intrusive. Grating on me.
I feel like I'm floating. I'm off in a dream.
Experiencing horrors I've already seen.
My breathing is heavy. I try not to scream.
I scrub at my skin. It never gets clean.
I can do whatever I want! I'll have an anxiety attack about it later but I can still do it!