Literature
Moonwalk
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Erin was asleep, yet she was not.
Her eyes were closed, yet her bare feet were steady and unhesitant in their stride. They walked as if they themselves were under the spell, moving under the command of an alien will that had bypassed the woman’s sleepy mind. Bathed in the crimson hue from intermittent windows, she padded from her room to the hallway, then to the stairs, then to the entranceway.
Soon, the cool night air and the surface under her soles told the sleeper she was outside. First she felt the tickle of the damp lawn between her toes, then the cool, smooth concrete of the garden