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A reoccurring nightmare.

My heart races, and my lungs ache.
How long has it been?
The moon hangs high.
Why can't I bring myself to slow?
I hear the echo of someone else.
Who could possibly keep this pace?
The blood roars in my ears.
"I haven't had this much fun in years."
I lose my balance.
The pavement cool against my cheek.
I can't bring myself to stand.
What is that in the street light?
I move to my feet.
Where did it go?
I take off again.
The echo continues.
I stop, strain my ears.
"Keep going."
I swivel; another street light obscured.
I land hard on the pavement.
Something now bent and broken.
The echo is no longer an echo.
I see it now—almost a blur.
In a flash, it's before me now.
A smile of sharks teeth.
"You're it."