Does anyone ever wonder what the nightmare sand would feel like?
Would it be fine and silky, weaving its way through your pores and into your blood?
Or coarse and rough, the sensation of bugs crawling across your skin.
Perhaps it would be like the persistent itch you get when you don’t wash sand away properly.
Would it be hot like the sickly feeling of fear or would it be cold like the icy chill down your spine?