My hands shake.
I can't stop them. Force yourself to breathe fully, push this distraught heart to drop his pace frantic, dangerous from every point of view. My reaction is visceral, instinctive. I even uttered a cry when I woke up and saw her in a corner of the room, motionless in the center of the complex mosaic of silk. Stupid uncontrolled reaction.
Calm down, be afraid, but self-control. After all, it is that spiders, they said at the beginning, in the television news. At first, until they don't.
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