The wooden floor creaks.
i stumble, dazed, into the kitchen,
downstairs from my bedroom.
The buzzing light bulb
drowns my ears.
I don’t remember
turning the light on.
The room is cold,
but no windows are open.
a single cup of water
sits on the counter,
seemingly just there,
waiting for me
like routine.
I start seeing images—
people coming toward me,
laughing softly,
then shouting, screaming,
their faces swallowed
in shadow,
oddly familiar.
I remember their scars—
Their distorted laughter,
Like I have already been here.
I rush to the cup,
pour it over my face—
and wake up
on the kitchen floor,
sweating.
No cup.
No sound.
Only me and my mind.
Pitch black.
The lights are off.
How did I get here?
Is it all in my head?
Was it even a dream?
Those people seemed so real.
I think i know them.
I make myself a glass of water
and put it on the counter.
An empty bottle of pills
sits beside the sink
that I don’t remember finishing.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps
From upstairs.
The wooden floor creaks again.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:59 PM UTC
The wooden floor creaks.
i stumble, dazed, into the kitchen,
downstairs from my bedroom.
The buzzing light bulb
drowns my ears.
I don’t remember
turning the light on.
The room is cold,
but no windows are open.
a single cup of water
sits on the counter,
seemingly just there,
waiting for me
like routine.
I start seeing images—
people coming toward me,
laughing softly,
then shouting, screaming,
their faces swallowed
in shadow,
oddly familiar.
I remember their scars—
Their distorted laughter,
Like I have already been here.
I rush to the cup,
pour it over my face—
and wake up
on the kitchen floor,
sweating.
No cup.
No sound.
Only me and my mind.
Pitch black.
The lights are off.
How did I get here?
Is it all in my head?
Was it even a dream?
Those people seemed so real.
I think i know them.
I make myself a glass of water
and put it on the counter.
An empty bottle of pills
sits beside the sink
that I don’t remember finishing.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps
From upstairs.
The wooden floor creaks again.
