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The first seconds of every day is the same. Slowly regaining awareness, getting an overview of the situation. I'm still alive. I'm warm. I really need to take a piss. This last thought leads to complicated questions. Where is the toilet? Where am I? Where did I go to sleep last night? A slight panic sets in because I cant remember yet.
Slowly regaining controll of my body I try to get an overview. Checking every mustle. Tiny movements and increased awareness of various pains confirm everything is still working. I have been sleeping on my stomac. My face is numb.
Now to the scary part. Slowly opening an eye i see a dark room. This is good. I like the dark. The shapes on the dark wall are familiar. My knife collection. It is my room! i am at home.
The toilet is across the hall. A feeling of joy spreads through my body. Starting in my head and going down my spine. I try to get up. but my body seems to heavy. I lay back down and let my eyes adjust and my mind clear. Thinking is not my strong point until sometime after noon.
I try another pushupp, and fail yet again. Something is weying me down. Someone tries to hold back a chuckle. But i clearly heard it. Behind me and to the left of the bed.
"t's not funny." i mumble.
A sceam, louder than anything i ever heard before! Pain! Intense, burning pain! Everywhere. I try to scream but the pain is paralysing me. It is to much. I faint...
The first seconds of every day is the same. Slowly regaining awareness, getting an overview of the situation. I'm still alive. I'm warm. I really need to take a piss.
- by Deadsleepy |
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- | Submitted on 03/13/2010 |
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- Title: Dead Sleepy
- Artist: Deadsleepy
- Description: Do you know where you will wake upp tomorrow?
- Date: 03/13/2010
- Tags: dreams sleepy psycology horror iwasboredandwroteastory
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