Oneshot Writing

The Perpetrator's Nightmare

"It's cold in my apartment today," The officer muttered to himself as he lay on his bed, gazing at the ceiling. This Officer just got off from work, he ate instant cup noodles he called dinner and laid in bed with pajamas on alone. A police officer's life is hard, especially when some people avoid you with distrust.

He reassured himself that he is not like those cops and draped the blanket over himself as his eyes drifted off to sleep. The coldness of the room envelops him like a fog, the sound of the dripping water echo through the silent and empty home. The looming shadows of the corners of the room stare down at the exhausted fiend and sink into his darkest dreams.

...

Water...

It felt like he was sinking underwater.

The policeman woke up to an dark and empty space. He drifted around slowly like the water, paralysed with confusion.

There's no up.
There's no down.
There's no left nor right.
There's only nothing but void.

[Draft End]