A thing?
I awoke. It was blindingly dark, that was the first time. And it will be the last. I say the man on the stairs, He was there. He sat there wickedly dressed in purple and white like a Roman Praetexta. I looked from the ground. It was warm and yet strangely disturbing and rejecting. I felt like shifting only to find my self unable to move. I awoke the man, I praised him for making it out alive and able to move. he looked at me with deep solemnity as I praised him more. Under him was scratch from what sounded like a man walking on all fours and popping joints as well as a lot of rusted chains being harnessed as screams were felt. There were other like me. Around me, as they stalked the sun decayed floor of a tan wood. They appeared avian, before i knew it, they rolled in like a brumous fog. Lifting me away from whatt I was accepting to be my bed.I awoke days in the past. Finding little comfort from those pairs of blinding and damned lights. Yellow and black is all I saw.
