His nightmares and waking screams that always followed had returned. Sleeping sober through the night had not been something he had done for quite some time. His mind was raw and vulnerable and the emotions he had repressed with substances were returning with a vengeance.
The edge of sleep was where all the demons were lurking, waiting for his fragile mind to be open enough to let them back in. Demons he had once nurtured and empowered were there in the dark, taunting and haunting him. Demons who knew they had power over him only in the intoxicated state he had so frequently been in. But not anymore.
Now that his body and mind were entering fresh sobriety, that's when the demons started to fear the power he had reclaimed. Power to confront, disarm and destroy them all, one by one.
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