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Day 2,008

Something came to us in our sleep a few weeks ago. It crept through the half-open bathroom window and shambled around the house until it found our warm, breathing bodies. We weren't sought out amongst the thousands sleeping in the city that night, we were just the first living things it came across.

We know this by what it left behind.

All of us woke up in the morning with soft lumps on our backs that gradually developed little heartbeats and gently migrated up to gather in a dense cluster at the base of our necks. We were lucky to have been inflicted during winter, where a simple scarf kept our little secrets from everyone else.

It's not their place to know - they weren't like us any more.

Ever night we slept so deeply, even though we had to hang our heads over the edge of our beds to give the little clusters enough air. Since we woke up last week to find our necks lightened and the skin all loose and baggy, we haven't been able sleep.

Whatever they were, they brought us great comfort and now we are left as empty as the skin on our necks.

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