Broken

One thing that has never been easy for you is sleeping. Most of your nights you roll around for a few hours after laying down before you fall asleep. Now though, even with your headache, you miraculously sail away right after you close your eyes.



. . .













White.









All is white.















A man sits in front of you in a chair. Pale as snow. I look at her nondescript face.


















Where is her hair?




















Opposite to her: another chair.

















I look at the roof. It's low. There's no space. It makes me feel uncomfortable.






















Chair. The man has glass eyes. His pupils are dark.















Black.








Empty.






















Her mouth opens. No teeth, no tongue, nothing. Black. Hollow








A broken voice comes out, but… I can't tell what she's telling me.















i fall down













shaking