You tossed and turned in your bed, the movie you just watched constantly replayed in your mind. The monsters' blood, gore, and rotting teethe seemed so close now that it’s seen from POV. Palms hot and body cold, you opened your bleary eyes as you reached for the cup of water on your desk, only to find it finished. A single drop falls into your mouth that gave you a taste of what’s to come as the door creaked opened.
“Nothing to be scared about, it’s all in my head”
As you went to the living room, followed by the kitchen to fetch a glass. Lights stayed off for you fear waking up your family, and a cane hurts more than the imaginary monsters. While tense, cold water at 3 am indeed hit differently. The school opposite gave off an eerie feeling. You shivered as you felt something graze your thighs. Staring into the darkness behind you sent shivers down your spine. It was quiet. Too quiet. self-mockery was evident as this was reality, monsters from the tales of old do not exist. Yet when you head back, you walked ever so faster, with your eyes wide open trying to see something before breathing a sigh of relief when you reached the darkness of your own room and closed the door. As if the darkness in your room was your ally, while the others were not. You checked under your bed, yet failed to look up.
I stared at you from above, a corner of your room. I enjoyed the colour black for its conceals, but red is my favourite. The liquid does indeed hit different at 3 am, but I have to say that room temperature was not the most satisfying.
