In the intermission of the night’s performance, a swirling miasma of electricity and murder, I awoke to find a creature stood in the middle of my room; the expanse of its limbs wrapped in each corner of the ceiling. It shook the very foundations of the house as its body pulsated under the faint light of the moon- impossibly long, deep gashes of red rode down the length of its auburn arms, like the bark of a rotting tree. It grinned at me, a grim dripping smile extending downwards, which smothered me from the centre of the room. Green and pink fantasies wrapped around my mind as I slipped slowly towards the trembling and as I grew nearer the yellows of the creature’s eyes forced my own eyes to remain open, irreconcilably drawn to the only source of light amongst the darkness of the room. My body shook and my blood ran frenzied to my brain, causing me to become sickeningly dizzy. I was now face to face with the creature and could feel its breath upon my shoulders. I could not close my eyes.
Instead I placed my hands over my eyes and smelled the sweet remnants of perfume on my wrists. Swathed in soft vapours, the dull sunshine from the horizon melodiously caressed my eyelids. The warmth of the thought made me feel so safe, so genial, until finally the tremors which had escalated steadily from my feet, hurled me back into the darkness with its final manic throe. The clamminess of my hands over my eyes made me feel degraded, the stale perfume upon my wrists made me feel sick.
I removed my hands and found the entire world to be most silent. As my eyes adjusted to the shadows once more I found that the creature had disappeared, and that I was alone in the centre of the room, my palpitating breath serving as the only reminder that time still had courage enough to pass. My belongings lay scattered across the floor; I bandaged up my feet and gingerly walked to my bed, and fell back into an uneasy sleep.