street lights | vik

curtains drawn

i woke up with the worst headache. it felt like a thousand needles piercing through my brain.
i checked my phone, and was faced by the numbers :
4.57am
to my surprise, i pulled the covers back over my head. it was reaching the middle of november, so the sun rose much later. my curtains stayed drawn, as the blinding moonlight shine through the gaps.
i knew i wasn't going to get back to sleep.
i still had that note stuck in my head.
how does it keep returning to me?
why does it keep returning to me?

i got out of bed and headed downstairs to get some water, and maybe look for some sort of entertainment.
as i reached the foot of the stairs, i noticed the light on in the kitchen.
as i approached, i caught a glimpse of harry sat at the counter, his head in his hands. i stepped closer to him.
"harry are you okay?" i asked
"what are you doing up?"
he didn't reply. i began to get worried, so i took a few more strides closer to him, and turned his shoulder to face me.
i was startled to see the words of the note carved into his forehead, blood trickling down his face. i jumped backwards, and then suddenly, to my relief, i was sitting upright, sweating in my bed. panting from the nightmare that i had just experienced, i checked my phone, to be met with the exact same time.
i fell back into the pillow, wrapping myself in the cold blanket.
why does this note keep coming back.
i don't want to think right now.
i don't want to think about it ever.
but it won't leave me alone.
maybe i should talk to someone about this.
but i don't want them to think i'm crazy.
they'll definitely think i'm crazy.
it's a crazy thing to think about.
and i'll look even crazier when i bring up what happened last night.
i'm probably just having a rough couple of days.
this will soon pass and everything will be back to normal.
my thoughts back to normal, my dreams back to normal, and this note predicament will cease to exist.
i hope.