I woke up to laughter, raspy and thin and my eyes opened reluctantly.
I wasn't ready to let go of my dreamland, my altered state of consciousness.
I wanted to live there forever.
I woke up to laughter, soft chuckles and breathless giggles.
Staring up at the ceiling,
laying on my back,
pillow beneath my head,
heart pounding in my ears, the ceiling looked like cottage cheese.
I lay there listening to the giggles,
willing them to go away,
resisting the urge to look,
to acknowledge the existence of my fixations.
Real or not real?
I knew I was alone in the room; I just had to get the rest of me to believe it.
My stomach grumbled, deep and needing. Something to focus on. I sat up, groggy and shuffled into the bathroom. The tile was cold under my feet.
I pissed in the dark, didn't even bother turning on the lights. I know what I would see, or what I shouldn't see.
Real or not real?
I wasn't ready for that yet. Of course, I never was. I flipped the switch anyways. I always found it interesting how the dark kept them away, you know?
I lived in the dark. Chains jingled, belt buckle shined dully in the yellow bathroom light.
I lifted my eyes from a pair of booted feet and turned the faucet. The water gushed out, cold, refreshing, wakening.
"It is rude not to say Good Mornin'. Didn't you know?" I rolled toothpaste on to my brush, florescent blue and brushed brusquely. Concentrating on the task at hand always helped, focusing on anything, actually. "Didn't you hear me?" I swallowed back the automatic response that rose in my throat. I flipped the switch and like a flash, He was gone.
I walked through the dark house, and turned the kitchen light on. "Good Morning, what will we be doing today?" I stared behind Her, at the stove and walked to the refrigerator. The light spilled out to the dim hallway, and He leaned against the far wall, hugging as much light as He could. "No manners what so ever. What shall we do with you? You crazy moronic worthless piece of scum. That's all you-"
I slammed the fridge shut with a slam, biting into a cold Granny Smith apple.
I wasn't ready to let go of my dreamland, my altered state of consciousness.
I wanted to live there forever.
I woke up to laughter, soft chuckles and breathless giggles.
Staring up at the ceiling,
laying on my back,
pillow beneath my head,
heart pounding in my ears, the ceiling looked like cottage cheese.
I lay there listening to the giggles,
willing them to go away,
resisting the urge to look,
to acknowledge the existence of my fixations.
Real or not real?
I knew I was alone in the room; I just had to get the rest of me to believe it.
My stomach grumbled, deep and needing. Something to focus on. I sat up, groggy and shuffled into the bathroom. The tile was cold under my feet.
I pissed in the dark, didn't even bother turning on the lights. I know what I would see, or what I shouldn't see.
Real or not real?
I wasn't ready for that yet. Of course, I never was. I flipped the switch anyways. I always found it interesting how the dark kept them away, you know?
I lived in the dark. Chains jingled, belt buckle shined dully in the yellow bathroom light.
I lifted my eyes from a pair of booted feet and turned the faucet. The water gushed out, cold, refreshing, wakening.
"It is rude not to say Good Mornin'. Didn't you know?" I rolled toothpaste on to my brush, florescent blue and brushed brusquely. Concentrating on the task at hand always helped, focusing on anything, actually. "Didn't you hear me?" I swallowed back the automatic response that rose in my throat. I flipped the switch and like a flash, He was gone.
I walked through the dark house, and turned the kitchen light on. "Good Morning, what will we be doing today?" I stared behind Her, at the stove and walked to the refrigerator. The light spilled out to the dim hallway, and He leaned against the far wall, hugging as much light as He could. "No manners what so ever. What shall we do with you? You crazy moronic worthless piece of scum. That's all you-"
I slammed the fridge shut with a slam, biting into a cold Granny Smith apple.
