I’m deathly afraid of centipedes. I have been ever since I was little. I still have nightmares about them crawling over my bare skin.
One day I wondered: “What if our house was inside an invisible centipede? Or what if Cleveland Heights was? What if the sky was really the inside of him? What if the whole world was a centipede?”
What is your biggest fear? And what if you couldn’t escape your biggest fear no matter where you went? Would you shiver and sweat until you’re dead? What if it was more gigantic and dangerous than you ever dreamed?
And what if your biggest fear was the only thing that could save you from everything terrifying about it?
What would you do?