A handful of change, late day, very windy. I started walking to the store, made it to the end of my street. We lived on the corner, and there stood an oak tree. I stopped there. I felt something watching. It was getting dark, and it was very windy. I looked up in the branches, heavy limbs swinging. All except for one.
There was something.
A dream of familiar places, stuck together just so. Ol pops in a rocking chair, rocking out of control. Maw by a mirror, face full of fear, hair going white and flying as skin peels. I wake up then, change strewn on the nightstand. The thing in the tree did this to me.