Fear is lying in your bed,
Thinking about crossing the road.
You look onto it and suddenly all the cars disappear
You still hear the murmur of engines, gravel crunching under tires, smell pungent fuel evaporating into air
They are still there
But somehow faded from sight
You cannot trust your eyes
You cannot trust your mind
You cannot trust yourself
Fear is doubt’s president
Fear wraps itself around you, paralyses you
Constrictor snaking its way into your every fiber until it swallows you whole.