I arrive back at my cave, after a long day in prison.
The stress is pushing me like a piston.
My head is fuzzy.
I’ve been moved into a strange position.
I feel cold air.
The hairs in the back of my neck have risen.
A ghost?
No, it’s a creature.
I see it.
It’s hands are the most bizzare feature.
It’s so cold.
I’m face to face with the grim reaper.
I look at it, I feel as if I’m being ****** in.
I push it away and it grabs my arm.
My head rings, loud like a fire alarm.
The hands let go, sharp stinging pain.
The creature disappears and it begins to rain.
I can’t feel my heartbeat anymore.
I relax as I lay on the floor.
I fade into a trance.
Tomorrow is a new day.
My arm is sore.
Hopefully one day I can wish for more.