[Under the visceral fear of being cut to ribbons by the creature's razor legs is the knowledge that reality is better and worse -- to touch it is to sleep, which does not hurt, but which is a certain death.
She threads the needle with Mary, stumbling to her feet, her breathing loud in her own ears.]
Move the furniture.
[She's already thinking ahead with you, Mary. Her voice might seem weirdly calm through her ragged breathing. Behind them, the creature lets out a roar as its head turns, doubling around to crawl over its own body after them.]
hey, my plan in another thread was 'run back and forth'
She threads the needle with Mary, stumbling to her feet, her breathing loud in her own ears.]
Move the furniture.
[She's already thinking ahead with you, Mary. Her voice might seem weirdly calm through her ragged breathing. Behind them, the creature lets out a roar as its head turns, doubling around to crawl over its own body after them.]