Unreal.

GARTH 2

My mind a maize even I cant seem to find a way out; like a nightmare where you're running but getting nowhere at all. Im unaware how I got to this place so dark and unfamiliar; not my own anymore

~Starry introvert~

I woke up reeling with curiosity and profusely covered in sweat. I sat up as quickly as my senses came back to me. My heart was racing and nerves dancing on high alert. I don't remember the dream, none of it, all I can recall is the feeling of total isolation.

In the time I was asleep I felt as though my mind had been opened, left completely bare. As though it had become another person's book, they had relished in the meal that was my memories and took in all that they could. No one that has ever come across me would so much as try to use the phrase 'open book' in reference to myself. It was not a fit. Slowly I turned to the dresser and picked up my phone..... It was only 4:30 in the morning.

The urge to vomit came rushing to me and so did my flight kick in. I was up and running to the bathroom and kneeling by the toilet faster than I thought was possible. Forcefully clenching and unclenching my throat to offload the contents of my stomach.

I was not fond of the feeling, but it gave me comfort that it was only a dream. Even if it meant a dream that I could not remember. When I was sure nothing else was coming out I dropped the toilet seat and flushed..... Taking a couple of breaths before standing to my feet and moving to the sink I rinsed my mouth and splashed water on my face, it woke me up a little bit more. I looked up into the mirror and patted my cheeks down then blinked repeatedly. It was my own attempt to clear my mind,

I felt then that I may be seeing things. A confusing haze glazed over my eyes so quickly that I was certain it was only a figment of my imagination. I stopped blinking repeatedly, again and stared closely but there was nothing but a pair of empty dark brown eyes staring back at me. I sighed, closing my eyes and facing away from the mirror.

Out the door of the bathroom I found myself standing next to what I assume is the closet. I didn't have a chance to take a look at the house let alone the room I was currently in. So I was a bit confused as to how I knew exactly where the bathroom would be. Tired I quickly dismiss the thought concluding it may have just been on instinct.

I took out my toothbrush from my bag and walked back into the bathroom. Once I was done with that I took off my t-shirt but left the dress shirt on. Fitted nicely sleep with a few top buttons undone. I made my way out of the room.

I decided to first navigate the floor I was already on. Instinctively I went to the back of the hall and opened the door right away, it was undeniably the master bedroom of the small mansion .Wooden floors adorned the ground and the rest of the room contrasted in the same manner. The combination of cream and gold danced pointedly and gave the room a kiss of both the past and present. The bed sat in the center of the room, it was paired with a semi gigantic headboard, the type of wood. rose wood. Two small night stands sit on either side of the bed accompanied by two lumps. At the foot of the bed an antique bed chair as well as another by the widow. The curtains were a dirty golden shade which matched the sheets on the bed. The far end of the room was a door that led to the bathroom and the closet located opposite the bed. I stepped out of the room and inspected the other three rooms and a bathroom. one of the three rooms had a bathroom which I assumed was the guest room while the other two most likely were meant to share the bathroom.

That concluded the rooms on the first floor. I started for the stairs once there I involuntarily took notice of the boxes that were still laid across the foyer waiting for attention I was in no mood of giving. I sighed irritated but decided on working on them anyway. First though I continued to get full scope of the space that was now my home. To my immediate left was with no doubt the living and just like all the other rooms was fully furnished. This house had many owners over the years, no one really stayed long. From what I read online it mostly was used as a rental home for tourists or just someone staying for holidays and what not. It was never made a home, at least not until now.