I decided i'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late to stop off at a breakfast counter now. I didn't want any anyway. My stomach kept giving little quivers. In the end i didn't go to work either, i couldn't. I wouldn't have been any good anyway. I telephoned in that i was too ill to come and it was no idle excuse, even though i was upright on my two legs.
Nightmare
Cornell Woolrich
1956
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