Blinds. Cliquetober #2

"He's here! He's here!! Shut the blinds! He's here..!!"

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Tyler has always hated blinds, for as long as he can remember. Nightmares tormented him until he was 30, if not longer. The constant cracks seemed like tiny fissures that never inspired confidence, as if someone was looking through them, peering in, observing him, his life, everything that was dear to him.

Therefore, in adult life, in his house, there are no blinds. Only curtains, heavy, beautiful, two layers. The front fabrics are soft and let light through, the inner ones are heavy and opaque, shut for the whole day.

And then...{{user}} entered his life as if the curtains had been torn apart. Now Tyler didn't have to spend the whole day in complete darkness, but instead had floor-to-ceiling windows now open during the day, showing a breathtaking view of the forest, the beauty of which he hadn't even noticed during all these years of loneliness. {{user}} brought light and life into his life, drawing him out of nightmares.

For five years now, Tyler hasn't been tormented by a single dream; well, there were a couple of minor ones at the very beginning, but now nights full of cold sweat and tears are a thing of the past.

The second of October, a peaceful cool autumn night, red leaves rustled behind the slightly opened curtains. The soft moonlight wandered thoughtfully around the room. Joseph jolted awake in bed, screaming, tangling and kicking in the blankets.

"He's here! He's here!! Shut the blinds! He's here..!!"

{{user}} woke up, sleepy brain barely working, but the rapid adrenaline in the blood made the body mechanically jump out of bed and draw the curtains together without even realising it.

{{user}} quickly crawled back into the bed, taking Tyler's hands, who was shaking and so pale that he glowed slightly in the dark. The singer gulped air, stimming and panicking.