[ WP ] Write a story where each sentence has one more word than the last .

Run. 
 
 Keep running. 
 
 Nothing makes sense. 
 
 Just keep on running. 
 
 Maybe if I keep ahead… 
 
 Maybe if I can outpace it… 
 
 I can feel it creeping ever closer. 
 
 I feel out of breath, so very tired. 
 
 I don ’ t think I can keep this pace up. 
 
 My lungs are burning with exertion, daring me to stop. 
 
 At the very least, it keeps me focused on my task. 
 
 It ’ s calling for me by name, but I dare not look back. 
 
 I don ’ t know how it knows me, and I don ’ t know why I… 
 
 I feel my pace begin to slow, as the voice draws ever closer still. 
 
 Everything feels so heavy, tiresome, to the point that I just want to lay down… 
 
 *Stop struggling, you don ’ t need to try anymore, * I hear it whisper, its tone so familiar… 
 
 I cry out in pure agony, as I feel the weight of the pursuer come crashing down… 
 
 *Just let go, * it whispers, as I feel the inky blackness begin to choke the life from me… 
 
 I need to keep running, I know I need to keep moving forward; I just need to keep… on… 
 
 The stray wisp of sunlight streaming through the shuttered blinds catches my attention, and I blink away the muddled thoughts. 
 
 I shift in bed a bit, and let my mind drift back to the dream, reliving the hurt, the inevitable failure. 
 
 I hear my alarm blare its droning tone, and reach out to silence it, fingers fumbling about for the snooze. 
 
 It ’ s another day, I whisper quietly to myself, as I stare at the red digits on the alarm clock. 
 
 Just another day to deal with, another day filled with the inconsequential, the tedious, the painful, the unwanted… 
 
 I lay there for a few more minutes, staring blankly at the fan rotating lazily about above. 
 
 Come on, you can do this, it ’ s just another day, get up, just fucking get up… 
 
 After a few minutes of delay, I roll out of bed, lurching to my feet. 
 
 I stare out at nothing in particular for a while, eyes unfocused, vision blurring. 
 
 I don ’ t know why it ’ s so much harder to get ready this morning… 
 
 A snippet of the dream floats to the forefront of my thoughts. 
 
 I shake my head in frustration, and slip on a shirt. 
 
 I can feel the tears running down my face, unbidden. 
 
 I don ’ t think I can keep this pace up… 
 
 I just feel so tired of it all. 
 
 I slowly sit back down into bed. 
 
 I can ’ t keep pretending like this. 
 
 Maybe if I just sleep… 
 
 Just a little longer. 
 
 Nothing makes sense. 
 
 I ’ m tired. 
 
 Sorry... 
 
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