It's been a long day. You are so exhausted, you can't fall asleep. Instead you procrastinate on your phone for hours. Fell down the YouTube hole again. Finally you decide you need to sleep. That means its yet again time to face yourself, your mind.
It's way to cold. So unnaturally cold that you feel the need to bury yourself inside your covers. Promise yourself you won't open your eyes, or (god forbid,) peek over the covers and see whichever demon has decided to room with you for tonight. You can't see it but you know it's there, because every night you close your closet door and without fail, every morning it is wide open. Usually the demons don't touch you, they usually don't feel hostile. But you feel tonight will be different. You know this because you've attracted a lot of negative energy which scares you. And being scared attracts more negative energy. Tonight, you are convinced it's inevitable. And you're right.
The demon first runs its finger along your spine. Strategically, as to paralyze all your limbs. Then rolls you over softly and spits its silky venom into your eyes. And then the hands. They reach down to rip your throat into shreds. Softly then again, it rolls you back into place and watches.
You wake up and all you are receptive to is your dry, cracked throat. You can hardly breathe... you NEED water. You say to yourself, eff it. I'm being ridiculous. It's not real. It's all in my head. So you try to get up but you can't move. You realize what happened. You're immobile but You. Need. The. Water, it burns! Finally you manage to squeeze your fingers together, then part your lips, and you eventually fight against the weights holding down your eyelids. Now the challenge is getting out of bed. As if you were magnetized to the bed, you have to exert all your energy just to get yourself into a dog position. When you stand yourself up, you stumble towards your door but almost pass out, finding yourself leaning against your bookshelf. Then you have to go through the whole process again of forcing your eyes to open. But this time, you struggle every time you blink. You stagger out of your room and finally reach the stairs. You almost pass out again but you fight it. Your body feels so sluggish as if you were dripping with the highest viscosity. Everything is passing excruciatingly slow. Crawling up the stairs step by step by step like a wounded dog. You try desperately to shake this darkness clouding your senses.
You reach the top and you aren't as groggy although you don't remember how you got there. Everything looks black and white and you realize you forgot to turn the light on. It was a few steps back, so it's way to hard to walk backwards without falling down the stairs, so you just reach for it. You view is flooded with an orange glare. Despite this, you open the cabinet to get a glass. Where are all the cups? You think maybe mom forgot to put them away after she washed them. You turn around and everything looks black and white again. You feel yourself fading out again.
You wake up and all you are receptive to is your dry, cracked throat. You can hardly breathe... you NEED water. You say to yourself, eff it. I'm being ridiculous. It's not real. It's all in my head. So you try to get up but you can't move. You realize what happened. You're immobile but You. Need. The. Water, it burns! Finally you manage to squeeze your fingers together, then part your lips, and you eventually fight against the weights holding down your eyelids. Now the challenge is getting out of bed. As if you were magnetized to the bed, you have to exert all your energy just to get yourself into a dog position. When you stand yourself up, you stumble towards your door but almost pass out, finding yourself leaning against your bookshelf. Then you have to go through the whole process again of forcing your eyes to open. But this time, you struggle every time you blink. You stagger out of your room and finally reach the stairs. You almost pass out again but you fight it. Your body feels so sluggish as if you were dripping with the highest viscosity. Everything is passing excruciatingly slow. Crawling up the stairs step by step by step like a wounded dog. You try desperately to shake this darkness clouding your senses.
You reach the top and you aren't as groggy although you don't remember how you got there. Everything looks black and white and you realize you forgot to turn the light on. It was a few steps back, so it's way to hard to walk backwards without falling down the stairs, so you just reach for it. You view is flooded with an orange glare. Despite this, you open the cabinet to get a glass. Where are all the cups? You think maybe mom forgot to put them away after she washed them. You turn around and everything looks black and white again. You feel yourself fading out again.
You wake up and all you are receptive to is your dry, cracked throat. You can hardly breathe... you NEED water. You say to yourself, eff it. I'm being ridiculous. It's not real. It's all in my head. So you try to get up but you can't move. You realize what happened. You're immobile but You. Need. The. Water, it burns! Finally you manage to squeeze your fingers together, then part your lips, and you eventually fight against the weights holding down your eyelids. Now the challenge is getting out of bed. As if you were magnetized to the bed, you have to exert all your energy just to get yourself into a dog position. When you stand yourself up, you stumble towards your door but almost pass out, finding yourself leaning against your bookshelf. Then you have to go through the whole process again of forcing your eyes to open. But this time, you struggle every time you blink. You stagger out of your room and finally reach the stairs. You almost pass out again but you fight it. Your body feels so sluggish as if you were dripping with the highest viscosity. Everything is passing excruciatingly slow. Crawling up the stairs step by step by step like a wounded dog. You try desperately to shake this darkness clouding your senses.
You reach the top and you aren't as groggy although you don't remember how you got there. Everything looks black and white and you realize you forgot to turn the light on. It was a few steps back, so it's way to hard to walk backwards without falling down the stairs, so you just reach for it. You view is flooded with an orange glare. Despite this, you open the cabinet to get a glass. Where are all the cups? You think maybe mom forgot to put them away after she washed them. You turn around and everything looks black and white again. You feel yourself fading out again.
You wake up and all you are receptive to is your dry, cracked throat. You can hardly breathe... you NEED water. You say to yourself, eff it. I'm being ridiculous. It's not real. It's all in my head. So you try to get up but you can't move. You realize what happened. You're immobile but You. Need. The. Water, it burns! Finally you manage to squeeze your fingers together, then part your lips, and you eventually fight against the weights holding down your eyelids. Now the challenge is getting out of bed. As if you were magnetized to the bed, you have to exert all your energy just to get yourself into a dog position. When you stand yourself up, you stumble towards your door but almost pass out, finding yourself leaning against your bookshelf. Then you have to go through the whole process again of forcing your eyes to open. But this time, you struggle every time you blink. You stagger out of your room and finally reach the stairs. You almost pass out again but you fight it. Your body feels so sluggish as if you were dripping with the highest viscosity. Everything is passing excruciatingly slow. Crawling up the stairs step by step by step like a wounded dog. You try desperately to shake this darkness clouding your senses.
You reach the top and you aren't as groggy although you don't remember how you got there. Everything looks black and white and you realize you forgot to turn the light on. It was a few steps back, so it's way to hard to walk backwards without falling down the stairs, so you just reach for it. You view is flooded with an orange glare. Despite this, you open the cabinet to get a glass. Where are all the cups? You think maybe mom forgot to put them away after she washed them. You turn around and everything looks black and white again. You feel yourself waking up, finally.
