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It had been another long day as I dragged my feet up the glass, spiraling stairs, trying to blink and rub the blur out of my vision.  I gripped the stair rail tightly, pausing at the top to widen my eyes.  Slowly, two blurred and neon green rectangles conjoined into a single form; my bedroom door.  With it, everything else began to snap into place, and the swaying grew still.  I let out a sigh, knowing that this clarity would only last so long as I didn’t move.  I stood at the t...