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I haven't had anyone to pray to in a long time. Perhaps the last one was my pillow, years ago. But now this relationship is liminal, a cheap comfort as I hold her but so painful when we're apart.

I woke up today with the sharp loneliness after another dream. I put on my face for work but it slipped when I was chatting with someone new. I seized up mid-sentence, stumbled and lost.
A memory dump. For moments I felt and thought nothing and as I snapped back into existence, a panic began to arise. They reassured my nervousness, but I rushed to take my leave.

The interaction haunted me.