An excerpt, from something I started yesterday, after thinking about “not having a firm grip on reality’.
The first time I found there, it wasn’t on purpose. I was sleeping (presumably) and in that shifted time-space, when the realities of awake and dreaming blend ever so close together, the veil but a flimsy sheer wisp of a sheer curtain… I felt him. Felt him like the hair raising up on your arm tingly neck crawling somethings about to eat me sensation… I felt the consciousness of this other. Instantly, I understood he sensed me first, and that’s what alerted me. Because of my razor sharp always on senses. I caught the thread of unraveled mystery, and turned to face it head on. I understood, instinctually, there was no running, anyways.