I Was Not Alone in My Head

What if the most dangerous invasion is the one that feels like peace?At first, the gaps are small. Lost minutes. Thoughts that arrive already finished. A calm that settles in too easily. The narrator tells himself it is stress, exhaustion, nothing worth worrying about.He is wrong.Something has learned how to live inside the quiet spaces of the mind. It does not threaten. It does not demand. It opt...