The creature appears
And my heart begins to race.
My breath catches, deep in my chest.
My stomach twists and flips
Tying itself into knots
As it continues to roll.
My palms tingle and sweat
And my hands begin to tremble.
My legs feel liquefied
But are solidly anchored in place.
Suddenly the squirrel scampers away
And my body returns to me.
Yep, I have a squirrel phobia.
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