Break from Reality

It was 2:01 A.M, and I can't sleep. I regret chugging two Monster Energy cans, but the flavor was like a godsend for me.

I sat up on my bed, rubbing my eyes as I wonder if I could attend my job tomorrow. I stared at a corner of my room, using my peripheral vision to see clearer in the dark. It helps me save some money since the landlord will probably kick me out if I use too much electricity.

As my eyes hovered around the room, I felt my heart beat faster than normal. On the corners of my eyes, I saw a black silhouette just standing there. I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I call the cops or should I risk it to get a clean shot at its face?

As more and more questions appeared inside my head, my vision became clearer. It was my baggy hoodie hanging from a nail on my wall with my sneakers underneath it. As I let out a relieving sigh, I stood up, walking up to them before putting them over my clothes and socks before pulling the curtains of the window beside my bed. Nothing changed, as the room was still as dark as before.

I remember a tall building towering over this cheap apartment, blocking the moonlight from shining through my room. I walked over before opening the window, hoping for a slight breeze to pass through my head. As I stood idle, I felt a light wind pass through my head and my ears. It wasn't normal, I guess. I felt like the wind was somehow speaking? I couldn't describe it but I swear I could hear guttural chanting from three people! There was a small interval on top of each voice, so I couldn't recognize the accent, as well as the language.

I closed the window before closing the curtains as I felt more paranoid. 

I walked up to the mirror hanging from a nail on the wall. I stared at myself, smiling as I pointed at the reflection of my body. Damn, I look like a hottie! I mean, who'd resist me? Black hair styled with an undercut and the back side styled as a mohawk, brown eyes, chiseled nose- aaand I can't see the rest. Because it is dark. I mean, I can try staring at it with my peripheral vision. Maybe I should, so I tried it. I was struggling... but there's this weird silhouette again. Was it just me, or there was someone staring at my back? I didn't take any chances, so I walked up to the wall and kept my chest onto it and my eyes closed. I moved sideways without turning my back until I passed through a corner and reached my door. I opened it and shut it down as quickly as I dashed outside of my bedroom.

The living room was different. My door was between two windows, there were old paintings and little to no furniture at all. I remember about the landlord saying he had financial problems, but I didn't mind since I was rent-free for a month. My brown curtains blended well with the moonlight shining through it.

As I traced where the moonlight's pointed, I saw my cardboard flooring which measured four by four meters. As I stare at it, I began to question my own sanity. I swear I didn't take any hallucinogens, but there's some weird crap going on.

I walked up to a corner of the flooring before squatting down and sitting on my ankles as I stared at a radio. It was a cheap one, but it worked well for me! With a press of a button I turned it on before pressing more buttons as I switched through channels. As I rapidly pressed the buttons, I swear I could hear the same whispering sounds on a channel, but most of it was static so I adjusted the antenna in order to hear it better.

To my surprise, it was some smooth Jazz music! The trumpet sounds made me feel like I was safe... but am I really safe? After listening for a while, I thought I can add beats to it. I covered my left mouth as I started beatboxing, adding b kicks, t hi-hats, and pf snares on a slow tempo. After two eight counts, I'd stop as I had already absorbed the rhythm. Well if someone's watching me, it'd be wrong if I don't give 'em a show, right?