I touch the numbers. Warm. Not a dream. The skin beneath feels alive, pulsing like a heartbeat. The hum in the ceiling sharpens—too sharp. My fingers tremble. A flicker in the corner of my eye. I freeze. The light above snaps off. Dark. Then—
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I touch the numbers. Warm. Not a dream. The skin beneath feels alive, pulsing like a heartbeat. The hum in the ceiling sharpens—too sharp. My fingers tremble. A flicker in the corner of my eye. I freeze. The light above snaps off. Dark. Then—