DevilKitty6six6
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I'm working on a short story right now and I'm in need of opinions. Thanks in advance 
Among humanity, the light of day tends to temporarily relinquish nightmares to the back of your mind. I, however, had no such luck. Instead of sunshine and clarity, I awoke to an interminable darkness, both in mental and visible perceptibility.
The storm outside was raging and had ousted the hospital’s electricity. Because of this the patients were given the rare opportunity to sleep in, save for me. After last night’s dream trauma, I was stripped of all hope of ever slipping back into the state of complete unconscious awareness.
The erratic pattern of the rain was of little comfort, and the passing traffic beams drenched the hallways with unsystematic flares of light. The wind echoed throughout my room, causing ethereal paranoia to coalesce with the beat my heart.
The sudden sound of breath caused my eyes to spontaneously open, searching the room. I dug my elbows into my mattress, shoving myself into an upright position. Movement in the hallway caught my eye, the shadowy content sending an icy finger down my spine.
Kicking back the covers, I threw a housecoat on over my silk pyjamas and stepped into the hallway, my bare feet pounding the floor in the direction of the shadow. My vision flickered, sending waves of dizziness into my eyesight. My shoulders collided with the wall and I had to take in a shaky breath to regain my strength. At that moment, the shadow evaporated, seemingly, into thin air. Paranoia was alive in every sense of the word, though I knew that what I saw was only a stress-induced hallucination...it had to be.
Among humanity, the light of day tends to temporarily relinquish nightmares to the back of your mind. I, however, had no such luck. Instead of sunshine and clarity, I awoke to an interminable darkness, both in mental and visible perceptibility.
The storm outside was raging and had ousted the hospital’s electricity. Because of this the patients were given the rare opportunity to sleep in, save for me. After last night’s dream trauma, I was stripped of all hope of ever slipping back into the state of complete unconscious awareness.
The erratic pattern of the rain was of little comfort, and the passing traffic beams drenched the hallways with unsystematic flares of light. The wind echoed throughout my room, causing ethereal paranoia to coalesce with the beat my heart.
The sudden sound of breath caused my eyes to spontaneously open, searching the room. I dug my elbows into my mattress, shoving myself into an upright position. Movement in the hallway caught my eye, the shadowy content sending an icy finger down my spine.
Kicking back the covers, I threw a housecoat on over my silk pyjamas and stepped into the hallway, my bare feet pounding the floor in the direction of the shadow. My vision flickered, sending waves of dizziness into my eyesight. My shoulders collided with the wall and I had to take in a shaky breath to regain my strength. At that moment, the shadow evaporated, seemingly, into thin air. Paranoia was alive in every sense of the word, though I knew that what I saw was only a stress-induced hallucination...it had to be.