weeds for lunch

we're all in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars.

DS

I haven’t felt this way in a while. I feel compelled to write this now because I’m honestly too afraid to close my eyes again. I have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and can’t help to think that something bad is going to happen. Maybe I’m paranoid, maybe I’m not.

In a large bed with a few of my close friends. The bed is positioned against a long window. The window doubles as a giant mirror; one minute I see our reflections and the next I can see what’s happening outside. As I close my eyes to go to sleep, I hear an incomprehensible noise- ceaseless screaming/white noise. I cover my ears to weaken the sound, but it only gets louder. More unbearable. I look around and try to yell over what I’m hearing in my head, and everyone else is normal. Unresponsive to the noise. I look into the mirror and start to see faces morphing. Faces melting, demonic like figures start to take their place. I try to close my eyes but the screaming gets to be insufferable, and I cry.