sometimes i think there’s a monster after me….
i was just down in the moors basement putting my laundry in the dryer(yes, i’m doing laundry! yes, i’m doing laundry at 5 fucking am! i know!) and there is a door to the outside front of pfoho down there where the dryers are. so you can see outside…and i’m hauling damp clothes to the dryer and there’s only the sounds of the various pipes and wirings in the building and the hum of the machines…
but i feel like i’m being watched…and with my exceptionally craptacular vision i only see the glare of the lights inside reflecting off the glass of the lil window on the door…and you know when your pulse quickens a bit? for whatever stupid reason, mine did…just a…bit.
i know no one was there. and that’s the thing, it’s ridiculous. i wasn’t thinking it was someone, but rather something. some impossibly dangerous thing prowling and crouching…biding it’s time.
a monster…usually it’s something feline, in my mind. something with claws that catch and fangs…snicker-snack. in the few dreams i have, it’s chasing me…and i’m running but i’m so slow. and i usually end up jumping, that’s where that horrible lurching dream comes from…where my equilibrium is shot and i jump but it’s too far, and it hurts to land. and i’m thinking ‘i need to run, or find a place to hide from it’
…maybe it’s the vivarin getting to me…
