I looked out the window, sure my senses had been fooled.

Fear fueled my imagination, and I didn’t dare to glance at the window again. I wasn’t about to take my chances.

What if it was all a dream? What if my brain made the whole thing up?

I might never know, if I never look. But what if my fear and my mind are the ones making the whole thing up. That is the scary thing about delusion.