Good night. All tucked in. But then the snore begins. What starts as a woman's irritation of her boyfriend’s snoring curdles into obsession, and sleeplessness mutates into something monstrous. Parasitic, the snore burrows into her mind. Her world shrinks to the rhythm of his breath. Reality warps. The house becomes a fever dream of noise and rage. By morning, the question remains: who’s the real monster? The snorer, or the one who can’t bear to hear it?
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